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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

that Troy and Sarah

do you think about

you and

allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

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makeup without authorization,

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

regaining her composure, Imogen took a

closed in and continuously

flashing lights

squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to capture

capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was related

was a buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please don’t bother

had finally caught her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding

response.

it that you

Forbes, is your silence an

I heard that Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you appear here

Troy and Sarah already

can’t give you a response. Please let

silence mean those

of Troy and Sarah’s

after another, causing Imogen to suffer from

say more. She attempted to leave several times but

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always bustling with people coming

in the vicinity

a bus stop. Just as

empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat

the state, New York City was

the busiest, with

50 Imogen Is the

were holding report bags from other

roadside, and the

entered the new

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

firm and hold the handrail. The next stop is

interior of the bus fell silent, with only the

phone rang, and the middle–aged woman

it out from her bag and glanced at the screen,

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

seconds, the phone rang again, another

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

process was

sight,

the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged

out of the driver’s seat. He called out