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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

Troy and

relationship between Troy and Sarah? What do you

you and Troy that

the allegations from Sarah’s team about your

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authorization, what is

The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she felt a

her composure, Imogen

people immediately closed in and continuously asked

lights

squatting outside the hospital,

instead ended up

replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please don’t bother

wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding

response.

that you

is your silence an admission of

at the hospital. Why do

and Sarah already living

you a response. Please let

mean those

you think of Troy and Sarah’s

asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from

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

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling with people coming and

the vicinity stopped and pointed at

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

bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat

metropolis in the state, New York City was the fastest

hospital was the busiest,

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and some were holding report bags from

became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching,

entered the new

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

and hold the handrail. The next

bus fell silent, with only the sound of the mechanical voice repeating

a phone rang, and the middle–aged woman turned to

it was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced at the

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

seconds, the phone rang again, another call

held the power button to turn off her phone, and

process was

of sight,

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

finally stopped at its terminal, and the driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s