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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

Forbes? Is it true that Troy and Sarah are in a romantic

Sarah? What do you think about the news accusing you

happened between you and Troy that

from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

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makeup without authorization, what is

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

regaining her composure, Imogen took a

people immediately closed in and continuously

lights made Imogen

outside the

capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was

patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose

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

response.

that

Forbes, is your silence an admission

at the hospital. Why do you appear here

Troy and Sarah already living

Please let

your silence mean

do you think of Troy and

kept asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and she

She attempted to leave several

again, let me leave.

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

was always

the vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen, discussing

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

stop 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

York City was the

near the hospital was the busiest, with

Imogen Is the

some were holding report bags from other

roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by tall

had entered the

district, the passengers on the bus got off one

the handrail. The next

fell silent, with only the sound

the middle–aged woman turned

realize it was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced at

the screen, before sliding it to the left to reject the

phone rang again, another

exited all apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off her

was smooth and

sight, out of

forward was a town on the outskirts of the city, and the

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