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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

Troy and Sarah? What do you think about

between you and Troy

team about your

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changing makeup without authorization,

before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of

regaining her composure, Imogen

closed in and continuously

lights made

were overjoyed. They had been squatting outside the hospital,

to not capture Sarah but instead ended up

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

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

response.

is it that

silence

Forbes, I heard that Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you

Troy and Sarah already living

response. Please

silence mean those

you think of

after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a

expression, she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several

limit. “I’ll say it again, let me leave.

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling with people

passersby in the vicinity stopped and pointed at

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

the back, found a seat by the window, and sat

City was the

near the hospital was the busiest, with

Imogen Is the

hurry, and some were holding report bags

the roadside, and the greenery along the streets

had entered the

the bus got

the handrail. The next stop is

bus fell silent, with only the sound of the mechanical

phone rang, and the middle–aged woman turned to

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

few seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen, before

phone rang again, another call from

more, exited all apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off her phone, and put it back in

was smooth

sight,

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

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