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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

the relationship between Troy and Sarah? What do you

you

from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

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changing makeup without authorization, what is your

microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and

finally regaining her composure, Imogen took a

immediately closed in and continuously

lights made

had been squatting outside the

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

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

one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they wouldn’t let Imogen go without

response.

that

Forbes, is your silence

I heard that Troy and Sarah are also at the

Sarah

a response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

your silence mean those reports are

you think of

causing Imogen to suffer

stern expression, she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times but was unable

it again, let me

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

was always bustling with people coming

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

as she arrived, a bus

Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a

the state, New York City was the fastest in development in

was the busiest, with restaurants and hotels

Imogen Is

a hurry, and some were holding report bags from other

roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by tall buildings on both

had entered the

new district, the passengers on the bus got off

and hold the handrail.

interior of the bus fell silent, with only the

phone rang, and the middle–aged woman turned

to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced

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

seconds, the phone rang again,

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

was

sight,

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

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