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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 Sarah

and Sarah? What do you think about the news accusing

happened between you and Troy that

Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing

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without authorization, what

she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she felt a

her composure, Imogen took a step

people immediately closed in

lights

had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to capture

but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was related

and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please

her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they

response.

it that you can’t

silence an admission of

at the

Troy and Sarah

give you a response. Please let me leave,”

mean those reports are

do you think of Troy

Imogen to suffer from a headache.

expression, she refused to say more. She attempted

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always bustling with people coming

the passersby in the vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen, discussing among

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

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

New York City was the fastest in

area near the hospital was the busiest, with

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in a hurry, and some were holding report bags from other county

pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the

entered the

bus got off one after another. Only Imogen and another middle–aged

stand firm and hold the handrail. The

of the bus fell silent, with only the sound of the mechanical voice

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

hovering over the screen, before

rang again, another call from

rejected the call once more, exited all apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off her phone, and put it back in

process was smooth

of sight, out

the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged woman got off the bus at

his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat.