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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

Is it true that Troy and Sarah are in

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

happened between you and Troy that

Sarah’s team about

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makeup without authorization, what is

was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full

finally regaining her composure, Imogen

immediately closed in and

flashing lights made

They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to

didn’t expect to not capture Sarah but instead ended up

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

her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly

response.

is it that you

your silence an admission of

Troy and Sarah are also at

Troy and Sarah already

response. Please let me leave,” Imogen said

silence mean those reports are

think of Troy

asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache.

stern expression, she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times but was

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling

passersby in the vicinity stopped

Imogen walked further and reached a bus stop. Just as she

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

a metropolis in the state, New York City was the fastest in development in recent

area near the hospital was the busiest,

Imogen

a hurry, and some were holding

a few more stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by tall buildings on

had entered the

got

the handrail. The

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

rang, and the middle–aged woman

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

the screen, before sliding

seconds, the phone rang again,

more, exited all apps, pressed and held the power button to

was smooth and

of sight,

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

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