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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

and Sarah? What do you think about the

happened between you

allegations from Sarah’s team about your

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changing makeup without authorization, what is your

processed what was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front

composure,

closed in and continuously

lights made Imogen

had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to capture

Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was

head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please

let her leave. They surrounded her one by one,

response.

is it that you can’t

Forbes, is your silence

also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at the

and Sarah already

can’t give you a response. Please

your silence mean those

think of Troy and

questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer

a stern expression, she refused to say more. She

me leave.

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling with

left, the passersby in the vicinity

Just as she arrived,

of Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the

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

the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants

Imogen Is

and some were holding

the greenery along the streets

had entered the

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

hold the handrail. The next

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

and the

it was her phone. She took it out from her bag

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

the phone rang again, another

apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off her

entire process was smooth

of sight, out of

city, and the middle–aged woman

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