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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

between Troy and Sarah? What do you think

happened between you and Troy that

allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing behavior

15:04

without authorization, what

microphones in front of her were full of

regaining her composure, Imogen took a step

people immediately closed in and

lights made Imogen

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

expect to not capture Sarah but instead ended up

in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t

They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly

response.

that you can’t

is your silence an admission of

I heard that Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you appear here

Sarah already

response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

mean

you think of Troy

one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from

a stern expression, she refused to say more. She

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

was always bustling with people coming and

the passersby in the vicinity stopped and

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

to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down. She stared blankly outside, lost in

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

hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and hotels

50 Imogen

a hurry, and some were holding

stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded

entered

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

stand firm and hold the handrail. The next stop

silent, with only the sound of the mechanical voice repeating its

a phone rang, and the

was her phone. She took it out from her bag and

the

phone rang again, another

the call once more, exited all apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off her phone, and put it

was smooth and

sight,

on the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged

driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat.