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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

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

you and Troy

team about your aggressive and overbearing behavior

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without authorization,

bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and

her composure, Imogen took a step

in and continuously

lights

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

didn’t expect to not capture Sarah but instead

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

caught her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their

response.

that you

silence an admission

I heard that Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at the

Sarah already living

response. Please let me leave,”

your silence mean

do you think of

another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and

she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times but was

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always bustling with people coming and

the passersby in the vicinity stopped and

bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up,

Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window,

a metropolis in the state, New York City was the

hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and

Imogen

were holding report bags from

stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the

had entered the new

bus got

the handrail. The

fell silent, with only the sound of the

a phone rang, and the

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

her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding

seconds, the phone rang

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

entire process was smooth and

of sight, out

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

driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the