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Chapter 771
Sc*mbag! Frank Venti, so this is what happened back then!
Meanwhile, Naomi, who was waiting at home anxiously, shared the heartbreaking video clips on her Twitter with a
comment: Director Maxwell's virtue is finally proven after so many years. On the other hand, that jerk only
deserves to end up rotting in h*ll!
After the release of the movie, she had gained a large number of fans. Not to mention, she had played the role of
an assistant who was temporarily deaf and mute in the movie very well.
Many commented they could not resist feeling touched and crying after watching the movie.
The video clip shared by her immediately drew her fans' attention.
They indirectly had a soft spot for Greg because of her and turned to rebuke Frank for his despicability instead.
Even the truth of how he plagiarized Greg's script years ago was dug out.
The moment the truth was revealed, everyone started to sympathize with Greg and abhor Frank.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNevertheless, they had forgotten how they used to strike at Greg too. Blinded by Frank's words, they added insult to
injury to the pitiful man by taking Frank's side. Shielded by the invisible barrier of social media, they never stopped
reprimanding and humiliating the man.
Standing at the entrance of the police station, Greg had cooled his head off. He turned to the young man alongside
him and uttered casually, “Jonathan, let's go.”
He had just started to stride off when a familiar voice sounded behind him. “Greg...”
It turned out to be Millie calling him.
He halted in his tracks but restrained himself from turning around. After regaining his usual composure, he stated
solemnly, “Mrs. Venti, you haven't divorced Mr. Venti. Hence, please address me as Mr. Maxwell.”
With that, he strode off without turning back to look at her.
Jonathan flashed a resigned look at Millie, who looked pale and feeble. He could not help but heave a silent sigh.
What a pitiful woman.
In the meantime, in a hospital in Maredania, a man was lying in bed in the VIP ward 1303 of level thirteen. The sun
shone brightly through the window, cascading on the man's devastating good looks.
The man had long eyelashes, a high-bridged nose, and thin, seductive lips. Even if he was only dressed in an
oversized hospital gown, others could not resist wondering how stunning he looked when he opened his eyes.
Sitting next to his bed, a beautiful young woman was in a deep slumber with her long, lustrous hair flowing down
her back. The dark circles beneath her eyes implied that she had not been sleeping well lately.
“Mmm.” The man suddenly let out a murmur, waking the young woman up.
She opened her eyes and arched her brows as she looked at the man gradually opening his eyes in bed. “Are you
awake?”
Lucas felt somewhat groggy after waking up.
After quite a while, he finally came to his senses. Gazing at Ashlyn, he asked hoarsely, “Ashlyn, where is this?”
He scanned the surrounding in bafflement. Why does everything look different after only a night of sleep?
After scrutinizing him for a while, Ashlyn found that the deviousness in his eyes that had been present recently was
gone. In its place was his usual indifference.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHence, she asked tactfully, “Lucas, have you recovered?”
Massaging his temples that were throbbing due to a long period of unconsciousness, he asked quizzically, “Why're
you asking if I've recovered...”
His voice trailed off as he looked up abruptly at Ashlyn, turning pale instantly. “Do you mean that my other
personality emerged?”
Whenever the second personality emerged, he usually sustained a temporary memory loss of what happened
during that period. In other words, he was oblivious to anything done by his second personality.
Ashlyn nodded. “Yes. You have a fever. This is a hospital in Maredania. We'll return home after your fever subsides.”
Fever? Why do I have to receive my treatment in Maredania? Lucas racked his brain to have a grasp of the
situation, but it only aggravated his headache.
As his headache worsened, he could scarcely wait to find out what his other personality had done.
He was worried sick. Did my other personality get all worked up and hurt Ashlyn?
Acutely sensing the drastic change in him, Ashlyn tried to appease him. “Don't overthink. You have a severe mental
illness. Thus, we need a skillful doctor to help you with your treatment. Sinclair has recommended one to me, and
I'll allocate time to go and visit him soon. I'm convinced that he'll be able to treat your illness.”
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