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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 and Sarah are in a romantic relationship

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

you and

allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

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authorization,

hadn’t even processed what was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she felt a little

regaining her composure, Imogen took a

people immediately closed in

lights made Imogen

They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to capture

didn’t expect to not capture Sarah but instead ended

replied patiently,

her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out

response.

is it that you can’t

Forbes, is your silence

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

Sarah already

a response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

your silence mean those reports

do you think of Troy and

asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and

say more. She attempted to leave several times but

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

was always bustling with

left, the passersby in the vicinity

bus stop. Just as she arrived,

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

New York City was the fastest in development in recent

the busiest, with

50 Imogen

in a hurry, and some were holding report bags

a few more stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along

had entered the

new district, the passengers on the bus got off one after another. Only Imogen

the handrail. The next stop is

interior of the bus fell silent, with only the

and the middle–aged woman turned to

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

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

the phone rang again, another call from

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

process was smooth and

of sight, out

town on the outskirts of the city, and the

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