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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

Ms. Forbes? Is it true that Troy and

and Sarah? What do you think

happened between you and Troy

the allegations from Sarah’s team about your

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without authorization, what

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

her composure, Imogen took a

closed in and

lights

been squatting outside the

didn’t expect to not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who

she replied patiently, “Sorry, but

let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out

response.

it that

silence an admission of

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

Sarah already

can’t give you a response. Please let me

silence mean

you think of Troy

one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her

refused to say more. She attempted to leave

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling with people

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

bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus

Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down.

a metropolis in the state, New York City

the busiest, with

50 Imogen Is the

a hurry, and some were holding

and the greenery along the

had entered

passing the new district, the passengers on the bus got off one after another. Only Imogen and

and hold the handrail. The next

with only the

a phone rang, and the middle–aged woman

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

the screen, before sliding it to the left to reject

rang again, another call from

held the power

was

of sight, out of

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

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