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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 are in a

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

between you and Troy

team about your aggressive

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changing makeup without authorization, what

she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of

finally regaining her composure, Imogen

immediately closed in and continuously

lights

squatting outside the hospital, originally

not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who

replied patiently,

her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they

response.

that you

your silence

are also at the hospital. Why do

Sarah already

can’t give you a response. Please let me

silence mean

do you think of Troy and Sarah’s

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

more. She

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always

reporters left, the passersby in the vicinity stopped

bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without checking the route, she boarded

Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down. She stared blankly outside, lost in her

a metropolis in the state, New York City was the fastest in

area near the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and hotels

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in a hurry, and some were holding report bags

a few more stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded

had entered the

the bus got off one

firm and hold the handrail. The next stop is

of the bus fell silent, with only the sound of

phone rang, and the middle–aged woman turned to

it was her phone. She took it out from her

the screen, before sliding it to the

rang again, another

more, exited all apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off

entire process was smooth

sight, out

was a town on the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged woman

unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called out to