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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 Sarah are in

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

happened between you

the allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive

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authorization, what

hadn’t even processed what was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she felt a little

her composure, Imogen took a step

closed in

flashing lights made

outside the hospital, originally

expect to not capture Sarah but instead

Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please

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

response.

it that you

your silence

Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at the same

Sarah

you a response. Please let me leave,”

your silence mean those reports are

do you think of Troy

another, causing Imogen to suffer

to say more. She

impatience reached its limit. “I’ll say it again, let me leave.

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always bustling with people coming

left, the passersby in the vicinity

and confused, Imogen walked further and reached a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without checking the route, she boarded

passengers got off at the stop of Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat

in the state, New York City

was the busiest, with restaurants

50 Imogen Is the

a hurry, and some were holding report

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

had entered the new

bus got off one after another. Only Imogen and another

firm and hold the handrail. The next

of the bus fell silent, with only the sound of the

a phone rang, and the middle–aged woman turned to

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

her thumb hovering over the

seconds, the phone rang

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

entire process was

sight, out

the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged

stepped out of the driver’s seat.