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Chapter 60

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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

you Ms. Forbes? Is it true that Troy and Sarah are in a romantic relationship now?”

“Did you interfere in the relationship between Troy and Sarah? What do you think about the news accusing you of being the mistress?”

“What happened between you and Troy that night?”

“Regarding the allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing behavior at

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work, changing makeup without authorization, what is your response?”

Imogen hadn’t even processed what was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she felt a little suffocated.

After finally regaining her composure, Imogen took a step back.

Those people immediately closed in and continuously asked questions.

The flashing lights made Imogen dizzy.

The reporters were overjoyed. They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to capture Sarah’s appearance.

They didn’t expect to not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was related to Sarah.

There was a buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please don’t bother me.”

The reporters had finally caught 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 go without a

response.

“What is it that you can’t disclose?”

“Ms. Forbes, is your silence an admission of guilt?” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ms. Forbes, I heard that Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at the same time?”

“Are Troy and Sarah already living together?”

“I can’t give you a response. Please let me leave,” Imogen said coldly.

“Does your silence mean those reports are true?”

“What do you think of Troy and Sarah’s relationship?”

The reporters kept asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and she couldn’t breathe.

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

Imogen’s impatience reached its limit. “I’ll say it again, let me leave. Otherwise, I’ll call the police and sue you for harassment.”

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

The area near the hospital was always bustling with people coming and going.

After the reporters left, the passersby in the vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen, discussing among themselves.

Feeling frustrated and confused, Imogen walked further and reached a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without checking the route, she boarded it.

Many passengers got off at the stop of Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down. She stared blankly outside, lost in her thoughts.

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

The area near the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and hotels everywhere.

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Pedestrians were in a hurry, and some were holding report bags from other county hospitals.

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

She had entered the new district.

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

“Please stand firm and hold the handrail. The next stop is Huga Village.”

The interior of the bus fell silent, with only the sound of the mechanical voice repeating its broadcasting.

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

It took Imogen a moment to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced at the screen, which displayed Troy’s name.

Imogen paused for a few seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it to the left to reject the call.

Within seconds, the phone rang again, another call from Troy.

Imogen rejected the call once more, exited all apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off her phone, and put it back in her bag.

The entire process was smooth and practiced.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Going further forward was a town on the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged woman got off the bus at the previous stop.

The bus finally stopped 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 is the last stop. Please get off.”

“Miss?” Seeing Imogen staring out the window in a daze, the driver called out again.

“Oh, Okay.”

Imogen came back to her senses, got up, and got off the bus through the back door.

Several other buses were still parked at the station, and one of them had its door open, with passengers lining up to board.

Imogen walked over, queued up, and found a seat at the back, just as she did before.

She remained motionless throughout the journey from the starting stop to the terminal. There was a section of the journey when the bus was packed with passengers, and the passengers in her next seat

changed one after another.

After reaching the terminal, she boarded the bus again and returned to the starting stop.

After going back and forth twice in this way, it was noon.

She got off the bus at a midway stop on another route and walked around 1000 feet to reach a street market.

The street market was bustling with people during lunchtime, mostly young people.

There were couples holding hands, and best friends arm in arm, and buddies with their arms around each other.

Imogen strolled around the street market, queued up, and bought a hamburger.

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She took out her wallet from her bag.

She took out a hundred–dollar bill and handed it to the shop assistant.

The shop assistant looked at the hundred–dollar bill and hesitated for a moment before asking, “Miss, can you pay with a card?”

As he spoke, he took off his gloves and walked aside to open the cash box, which held only a few bills and coins.

Most people who came here were young and preferred to pay with cards, so he didn’t have enough change.

“Just a moment,” Imogen said. She took the bank card from her wallet and handed it to the shop assistant.

While waiting for the food, she took out her phone from her bag and long–pressed the power button to turn it on.

After the startup animation finished, numerous notifications flooded in.

There were missed call alerts and messages from Troy.

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