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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

Ms. Forbes? Is it true that Troy and Sarah are in

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

happened between you

team about your aggressive

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without authorization,

microphones in

regaining her composure, Imogen took a

immediately closed in and continuously

flashing lights made

had been squatting outside the hospital,

didn’t expect to not capture Sarah but instead ended

she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please don’t bother

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

response.

it that you can’t

Forbes, is your silence

and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you

Troy and Sarah already living

a response. Please let me leave,” Imogen said

silence mean those reports are

you think of Troy and Sarah’s

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

She attempted to leave

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

near the hospital was always bustling with people coming and

the vicinity stopped and pointed at

further and reached a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a

empty. Imogen walked 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

the busiest, with restaurants and hotels

Imogen Is the

hurry, and some were holding report bags from

on the roadside, and the

had entered the

bus got off one after another. Only Imogen and another

the handrail. The next

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

and the middle–aged woman

her phone. She took it out from her bag

a few seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it

the phone rang again, another call

held the power button to turn off her

entire process was

of sight, out

further forward was a town on the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged woman

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

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