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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 and

between Troy and Sarah? What do you

between you and

allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive

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makeup without authorization, what is your

what was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of

regaining her composure, Imogen took a

closed in and continuously

lights made

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

instead ended up encountering Imogen,

head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please

let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they

response.

is it that you can’t

Forbes, is your silence an

are also at the hospital.

Sarah

you a response. Please

mean

of Troy and Sarah’s

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 attempted to leave several times

limit. “I’ll say it again, let me leave.

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling

the passersby in the vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen, discussing among

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

at the stop of Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down. She stared blankly outside, lost in her

City was the fastest in development in recent

the busiest, with restaurants

Imogen Is

hurry, and some were holding report bags

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

had entered

the new district, the passengers on the bus got off one after another.

firm and hold the handrail.

interior of the bus fell silent, with only the sound of the mechanical voice

rang, and the middle–aged

took Imogen a moment to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her

over the screen, before sliding it to

phone rang again, another call from

the power button to turn off her phone, and put it back

process was smooth and

sight,

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

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