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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

true that Troy and Sarah are in a

What do you think about the

between you and

from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing

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authorization, what is your

was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones

her composure, Imogen

people immediately closed in and continuously

lights made Imogen

overjoyed. They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to capture

not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who

buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please don’t bother

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

response.

is it that you can’t

silence

Troy and Sarah are also at the

Troy and Sarah already living

you a response. Please

silence mean those

think of Troy and

kept asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and she couldn’t

stern expression, she refused to say more. She

again, let me leave.

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always bustling with people coming and

passersby in the vicinity

further and reached a bus stop. Just as

leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat

in the state, New York City was the fastest in

the hospital was the busiest, with

50 Imogen

were in a hurry, and some were holding report bags from other county

became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became

entered

district, the passengers on the bus got off one after

handrail. The next stop

with only

and the middle–aged woman

Imogen a moment to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced at the screen, which displayed

hovering over the

seconds, the phone rang again, another call from

apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off her phone, and put it

entire process was smooth and

of sight, out

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

at its terminal, and the driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat.