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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

you interfere in the relationship between Troy and Sarah? What do you think

you and

about your

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changing makeup without authorization,

was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full

regaining her composure, Imogen took a

closed in and continuously

flashing lights made

squatting outside

didn’t expect to not capture Sarah but instead ended up

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

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

response.

it that you can’t

silence an admission of

at the hospital.

Troy and Sarah

you a response. Please let me leave,”

your silence mean those

do you think of

another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache.

a stern expression, she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times but was unable to

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

area near the hospital was always bustling with people coming and

in the vicinity stopped and pointed

confused, Imogen walked further and reached a bus stop. Just as she

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

York City was the fastest in development in recent

hospital was the busiest, with

Imogen Is

were holding report bags from other county

the greenery

had entered the new

the bus got off one

the handrail. The next

with only the sound of the mechanical

a phone rang, and the middle–aged woman turned to

to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced at the screen, which displayed Troy’s

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

the phone rang

pressed and held the power button to turn off

process was

sight, out of

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

driver’s seat. He