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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

true that Troy and Sarah

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

between you

team about your aggressive and overbearing behavior

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makeup without authorization, what

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

composure, Imogen took a

people immediately closed in

lights made

squatting outside the

instead ended up encountering

patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please don’t

one by

response.

is it that

is your silence an

heard that Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why

Sarah already living

response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

mean those reports

of

Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face

more. She attempted to leave several times but was

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

area near the hospital was always

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

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

passengers 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

metropolis in the state, New York City was the fastest

was the busiest, with restaurants and

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and some were holding report bags from other county

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

entered the

the bus got off one

and hold the handrail. The next stop

bus fell silent, with only the sound of the mechanical

the middle–aged woman

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

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

rang again, another call

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

entire process was

sight,

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

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