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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

Is it true that Troy

between Troy and Sarah? What do you think about the news accusing you of

happened between you and Troy that

the allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing behavior

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changing makeup without authorization, what

was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of

finally regaining her composure, Imogen took

in and

flashing lights made Imogen

were overjoyed. They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting

capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was

a buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently,

leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they

response.

it that you can’t

your silence an

at the hospital. Why do

Sarah already living

response. Please let me leave,”

your silence mean

of Troy

asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and she couldn’t

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

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

near the hospital was always bustling

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

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

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

state, New York City

was the busiest, with restaurants

Imogen

were in a hurry, and some were holding

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

had entered

the passengers on the bus got off one after another. Only

and hold the handrail. The

silent, with only the sound of the mechanical voice repeating

and the middle–aged woman turned

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

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

the phone rang again, another call from

rejected the call once more, exited all apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off her

was

sight, out of

further forward was a town on the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged woman got off the

stepped out of the driver’s