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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

Sarah? What do you think about the news accusing you

happened between you

the allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

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without authorization, what is your

The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and

composure, Imogen took a

closed in and

flashing lights made

outside the hospital, originally expecting

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

buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose

and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they wouldn’t let Imogen go without

response.

it that

is your silence an admission

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

and Sarah

Please let me leave,” Imogen said

mean those reports

think of

kept asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer

more. She attempted to leave several times but

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

the hospital was always bustling with people coming and

the passersby in the vicinity

stop. Just as

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

City was the fastest in development in

area near the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and

Imogen Is the

were in a hurry, and some were holding report bags

and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by

had entered

the passengers on the bus got off one after another.

stand firm and hold the handrail.

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

the middle–aged

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

thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it to

seconds, the phone rang again, another

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

process was smooth

of sight,

of the city, and the middle–aged

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