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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

it true that Troy and Sarah

relationship between Troy and Sarah? What do you think

you and Troy that

from Sarah’s team about

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without authorization, what is your

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

finally regaining her composure, Imogen took a

people immediately closed in and continuously asked

lights made

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

but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was

patiently, “Sorry,

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

response.

that you

silence an admission

that Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at

Troy and Sarah

response. Please

mean

you think of Troy

one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned

more. She attempted to

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always bustling

the reporters left, the passersby in the vicinity stopped and pointed at

stop. Just as she arrived,

the stop of Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat

the state, New York City was the fastest in development

near the hospital was the busiest, with

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hurry, and some were holding

a few more stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by tall buildings

entered the new

bus got

handrail. The next stop is Huga

bus fell silent, with only the sound

the

it out from her bag and glanced

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

rang again, another call from

all apps, pressed and held the power button

process was smooth and

of sight, out of

of the city, and the middle–aged woman got

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