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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

it true that Troy and Sarah are in a romantic relationship

the relationship between Troy and Sarah? What do you think

you and

from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing behavior

15:04

authorization, what is your

questions. The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she felt a

finally regaining her composure, Imogen took a

closed in and

flashing lights made Imogen

They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to capture Sarah’s

to not capture Sarah but instead ended

patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t

reporters had finally caught her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating

response.

it that you

silence an

are also at the

Troy and Sarah already living

response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

your silence mean those

you think of Troy

suffer from a headache.

to say more. She attempted to leave several times

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling

in the vicinity stopped and pointed

stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without

walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and

in the state, New York City was the fastest

hospital was the busiest, with

50 Imogen Is

were in a hurry, and some were

on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by tall buildings

had entered

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

stand firm and hold the handrail. The

of the bus fell silent, with only

rang, and the middle–aged woman

to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced at

a few seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it to the

the phone rang again, another call

the power button to turn off her

was smooth

sight, out of

city, and the middle–aged

finally stopped at its terminal, and the driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at