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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

it true that Troy and Sarah

do

between you

from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

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makeup without authorization,

was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front

finally regaining her composure, Imogen took a

closed in and

lights

squatting outside the

but instead ended

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

her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they wouldn’t let Imogen

response.

is it that you

is your silence an admission of

at the

Troy and Sarah already

a response. Please let

silence mean those reports are

do you think of Troy and

one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a

to say more. She attempted to leave several times but was unable

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

near the hospital was always

the vicinity stopped

a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without checking the route, she

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

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

hospital was the

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hurry, and some were holding

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

had entered the new

new district, the passengers on the bus got off

firm and hold the handrail. The

silent, with only the sound of the

the middle–aged woman turned to

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

the screen, before sliding it to the left

phone rang again,

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

process was smooth and

sight,

of the city, and the middle–aged woman got off the

its terminal, and the driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called