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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

that Troy and Sarah are in a romantic relationship

in the relationship between Troy and Sarah? What do you think about the news accusing you of being

you

allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing

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makeup without authorization, what is

she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front

composure, Imogen took

immediately closed in and

flashing lights made Imogen

been squatting outside

instead ended

a buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I

her one by one, holding out their microphones,

response.

that you can’t

Forbes, is your silence an

also at

and Sarah

a response. Please let me

silence mean those

do you think of Troy

causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and she

refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times

say it again, let me leave. Otherwise, I’ll

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

the hospital was always bustling with people coming

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

and reached a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up,

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

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

the hospital was the

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

the roadside, and the greenery along the streets

entered the

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

and hold the handrail. The next stop is

fell silent, with only

and the

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

paused for a few seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it to the left to reject

the phone rang again, another

exited all apps, pressed and held the power button

process was smooth

of sight, out of

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

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