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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

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

happened between you

Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

15:04

changing makeup without authorization, what

microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she felt

composure, Imogen

immediately closed in

lights made Imogen

been squatting outside

instead ended up encountering

in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I

had finally caught her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one,

response.

is it that

silence an admission of

also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at the

Troy and Sarah already living

response. Please let me leave,”

mean those reports are

think of Troy and

Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and she couldn’t

a stern expression, she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times but was unable

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

was always bustling with people coming

left, the passersby in 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, and without checking

walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down. She stared

York City

near the hospital was the busiest, with

50 Imogen

were holding

stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets

entered the new

new district, the passengers on the bus got

firm and hold the handrail. The

only the sound of the mechanical voice repeating its

rang, and the middle–aged woman

took it out from her bag

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

the phone rang again, another call

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

entire process was smooth and

of sight, out of

city, and the middle–aged woman

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