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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 a romantic relationship

What do you

between you

from Sarah’s team about your aggressive

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without authorization, what

hadn’t even processed what was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of

regaining her composure, Imogen took

closed in and continuously asked

lights

outside the

to not capture Sarah but instead ended up

was a buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I

by one, holding out their microphones,

response.

is it that you can’t

your silence

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

Sarah already

can’t give you a response. Please let me leave,” Imogen said

your silence mean those reports

of Troy and Sarah’s

suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and she

she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

near the hospital was always bustling

reporters left, the passersby in the vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen,

reached a bus stop. Just as she

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

York City was

hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and

Imogen Is

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

roadside, and the greenery along

had entered the new

new district, the passengers on the bus got off

firm and hold the handrail. The

bus fell silent, with only the sound of the mechanical

and the middle–aged woman

a moment to realize it was her phone. She took it out from

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

phone rang again,

pressed and held the power button to turn off her phone, and put it back in

process was

sight,

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

unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the back, “Miss, this is the last stop. Please get