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Chapter 60 Imogen Is the Mistress

Imogen slowly walked out of the hospital, aimlessly wandering the streets.

She didn’t know where to go.

Despite the sunny weather, she felt a chill deep within her heart.

She took out her phone, opened Instagram with her alternative account, and searched for the origin of the incident that day.

Although she knew what kind of comments awaited her under those Instagram posts, she still clicked on them, scrolling down and collecting all the insults like masochism.

She also went through the comment sections under relevant news articles on major video websites, finally understanding the cause of the whole incident.

Lastly, she opened the Celebrity Insider and scrolled through it from beginning to end.

After the news of Troy’s affair broke, some fans in Celebrity Insider kept silent, but some persisted in posting.

Even she had to admit that in those videos, pictures, and artworks, Troy and Sarah looked perfectly matched.

One was a wealthy man, and the other was a beautiful celebrity. They seemed to be a perfect match.

In the story of the two of them, there was no place for Imogen. She was merely a superfluous character who, due to a twist of fate, appeared where she shouldn’t have.

Imogen closed her eyes and edited an Instagram post with her alternative account: [Imogen is not the mistress. Sarah is the mistress.]

After she posted it on Instagram, it disappeared from her homepage within seconds.

Imogen confirmed it was blocked.

It must be Troy protecting Sarah, not allowing any rumors harmful to Sarah to spread.

Imogen smirked and edited another Instagram post: [Imogen is the mistress.]

This Instagram post was successfully published.

Imogen repeatedly checked her homepage, confirming that the Instagram post had indeed been published and hadn’t disappeared.

There were even people who saw this Instagram post and gave her likes, commenting: [That’s right, the mistress deserves to die. I curse Imogen will never have children.]

Imogen held her breath and turned off her phone.

At that moment, a group of people suddenly surrounded her.

Confused, Imogen looked up and was forced to stop in her tracks.

Among the crowd were men and women dressed like paparazzi, holding microphones in front of Imogen’s face and cameras taking photos of Imogen.

“Are

Troy

What do you think about the news accusing

happened between you and Troy

allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

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without authorization,

happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of

composure, Imogen took a

in and continuously

lights

been squatting outside the hospital, originally

didn’t expect to not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was

Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but

her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they

response.

it that you

silence

also at the hospital. Why do

Troy and Sarah already living

response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

mean those reports are

you think of Troy

asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer

say more. She attempted to leave several times but

it again, let me leave. Otherwise, I’ll call the

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

area near the hospital was always bustling with people

vicinity stopped and pointed at

Imogen walked further and reached a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without checking

to the back, found a seat by the window,

metropolis in the state, New York City was the fastest in development in recent

area near the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants

Imogen Is the

a hurry, and some were holding report bags from other

pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery

entered

the passengers on the bus got off one after another. Only Imogen and another middle–aged woman

stand firm and hold the handrail.

silent, with only the sound of

and the middle–aged woman turned

to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her

hovering over the screen, before sliding it to the left to reject

phone rang again, another

power button to turn

process was smooth

of sight,

the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged woman got off the bus

driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the back, “Miss, this is the