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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

and Sarah? What do you think about the news accusing

between you and Troy

from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing

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makeup without authorization, what is

what was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones

regaining her composure, Imogen

in and

flashing lights made

reporters were overjoyed. They had been squatting outside the hospital,

didn’t expect to not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who

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

by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they wouldn’t let Imogen go without

response.

is it that you can’t

silence an admission of

Sarah are also at the hospital.

Troy and Sarah already

can’t give you a response. Please let me leave,”

your silence mean those

think of Troy

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

to say more. She attempted to leave

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling with people coming

vicinity stopped and pointed

Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without checking

got off at the 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

the state, New York City was the fastest in development in recent

area near the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and hotels

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and some were holding report

stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by

had entered

the passengers on the bus got off

the handrail. The

fell silent, with only the sound of the mechanical voice repeating its

the middle–aged woman

She took it

thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it

the phone rang again,

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

entire process was

sight, out of

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

out of the driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the back,