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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 are in

and Sarah? What do you think about the

happened between you and

allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing behavior

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without authorization, what is

processed what was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full

composure, Imogen took

closed in and

flashing lights made Imogen

overjoyed. They had been squatting outside the

capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was

Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry,

finally caught her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones,

response.

it that you

your silence

at the hospital. Why do you appear here at

Troy and Sarah already

Please let me leave,” Imogen said

silence mean those

of Troy and

reporters kept asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and she

say more. She attempted to leave several times but was

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always bustling with people coming and

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

stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and

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

a metropolis in the state, New York City

hospital was the busiest, with

Imogen Is the

some were holding report bags from other county

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

had entered

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

handrail. The next

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

phone rang, and the middle–aged woman

She took it out

for a few seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen,

the phone rang again, another call

all apps, pressed and held the power

was smooth

sight,

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

seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the back,