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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 romantic

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

happened between you and

team about your aggressive and overbearing behavior

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makeup without authorization,

she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she felt a little

her composure, Imogen

closed in

flashing lights made

reporters were overjoyed. They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally

capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who

and she replied patiently, “Sorry,

her one by

response.

that you can’t

your silence

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

and Sarah already

Please let me

silence mean those reports are

think of Troy and Sarah’s

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

more. She attempted to leave several times but

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

area near the hospital was always

reporters left, the passersby in the vicinity

stop. Just as she arrived, a bus

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

in the state, New York City was the fastest

hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and hotels

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

pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became

had entered

the new district, the passengers on the bus got off

the handrail.

the bus fell silent, with only the

the middle–aged woman turned to

took it out from her bag and glanced at

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

rang again, another

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

entire process was

sight, out of

forward was a town on the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged woman got off the bus at

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