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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 Sarah are

What do

between you

team about

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without authorization, what

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

finally regaining her composure, Imogen

immediately closed in and

lights made Imogen

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

to not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen,

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

her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they wouldn’t let Imogen go

response.

it that

is your silence an admission of

are also at the hospital. Why do you

and Sarah already living

you a response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

your silence mean those reports

you think of

kept asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a

stern expression, she refused to say more. She attempted to

“I’ll say it again, let me leave. Otherwise, I’ll call the police and sue you for

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always bustling with

the passersby in the vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen,

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

Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and

the state, New York City was

the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and

50 Imogen

a hurry, and some were holding

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

had entered the new

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

and hold the handrail. The next stop

with only the sound of the mechanical voice

phone rang, and the middle–aged

was her phone. She took it out

the screen, before sliding it to the left

rang again, another call

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

was smooth and

of sight, out

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

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 the last stop.