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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

Troy and Sarah are in

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

happened between you and Troy

the allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

15:04

without authorization, what is your

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

her composure, Imogen took

people immediately closed in and continuously asked

lights made Imogen

overjoyed. They had been squatting outside

to not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was related to

head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but

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

response.

it that

your silence an admission

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

Troy and Sarah

you a response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

silence mean

of Troy

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

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

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

area near the hospital was always

the passersby in the vicinity stopped

bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without

walked to the

New York City

hospital was the busiest,

50 Imogen

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

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

had entered the new

got

hold the handrail. The next

with only the sound of the mechanical voice repeating

rang, and the middle–aged woman turned

She took it out from her bag and glanced at the

over the screen, before sliding it to the left to reject

seconds, the phone rang again, another

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

was

of sight, out

further forward was a town on the outskirts of the city,

driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the back, “Miss,