NovelEnglish
Chapter 768
Frank glowered at Millie menacingly. “B*tch! How dare you treat me with such insolence! Does it do you good when
everything goes wrong for me? Pfft! Are you still thinking of Greg Maxwell, the worthless trash? Mark my words.
You're nothing but a pair of worn-out shoes! After I've had my way with you all these years in bed, do you think he'll
still accept you even if I kick you aside?”
Millie's face turned ashen. However, she put up a good front in an instant by lifting her chin with a look of
arrogance. It was as though she was still the gorgeous campus belle whom countless juniors fell head over heels for
at the academy of film and television many years ago.
Even though there were traces of age at the corner of her eyes, she still looked as charming as ever.
She enunciated coldly, “Frank Venti, you should know yourself well. You don't need me to enlighten you about how
much of a sc*mbag you are, do you? Anyway, what's the point of deriding me oppressively now?”
With that, she turned to take out two copies of the divorce agreement and tossed them toward Frank. “Sign them
now, and we'll cut ties with each other immediately.”
“You wish to cut ties with me? That's impossible!” Frank grabbed the two copies of the divorce agreement and tore
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthem into pieces before throwing them in Millie's face. “Don't ever think of leaving my side!”
“Sorry to disappoint, but I must leave this time!” Millie stated resolutely. The next second, she pushed the luggage
she had prepared toward the door.
Seeing that, Frank lunged toward her at once.
Bang! A thunderous sound rang out. Caught off guard, she fell backward when the man pounced on her.
Subsequently, the back of her head slammed into the ground.
Frank's expression was vicious as he sat on her waist and began slapping her non-stop.
Millie saw stars and could not refrain from yowling due to the excruciating pain in the back of her head.
Nonetheless, the man pressed onto her like a big mountain, and she did not have the energy to break free.
Soon, blood started flowing out from the back of her head.
She gradually lost the energy to fend off the man's violence and eventually blacked out.
At the same time, Frank finally grew tired from slapping her. He lifted his head, only to catch a glimpse of the
ghastly pool of red blood on the floor.
“Millie! Dear! Oh my god! Blood! Why is there so much blood!” Horror-stricken, Frank got to his feet hastily and
whipped out his phone to call the ambulance. “Someone is hurt! Quick! Send an ambulance over!”
Since their residential area was high-end, some artists opted to stay there too.
Moments later, the ambulance arrived, and Millie was carried out from their unit on a stretcher. Some of the
neighbors who were looking on were dumbstruck.
“Is Mrs. Venti injured? My goodness! She's drenched in blood!”
“She's normally very gentle and always greets us amiably with a smile.”
“Could it be a case of domestic violence? Look at her face! She was beaten to a pulp!”
At that moment, Daphne Zander, a young artist, was heading home and witnessed everything. She took a video
with her phone and uploaded the video clip to her Twitter.
In actuality, she was an obscure artist with a fanbase of a meager one million and usually did not get much
attention.
Her caption was: Good gracious! @FrankVenti bashed his wife up till she's drenched in blood! The ambulance is
here to take her to the hospital!
Coincidentally, Frank could be seen getting onto the ambulance in slippers with a look of apprehension in Daphne's
video clip. It was indeed concrete evidence that proved her words were the truth.
It never occurred to Daphne that her video clip would attract so much attention and shoot up to the top of the
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Soon, the other netizens bombarded the comment section of her Twitter with messages, lambasting Frank. Some
even asked her inquisitively how and where she took the video clip.
She replied patiently in the comments section: I stay in the same residential area with Frank Venti. That's how I
witnessed it when I was heading back to my unit a while ago. Let's keep our fingers crossed for Mrs. Venti's speedy
recovery.
Frank had been the talk of the town for the past few days. Many were gossiping about whether he or Greg was the
one plagiarizing the other's script.
In the past, he had often gotten on the nerves of others in the entertainment industry because of his arrogant and
forceful attitude.
Now that he was in deep water, many artists, groups, managers, and others who used to be scared of him grabbed
the opportunity to turn the table on him. They started blabbering about the absurd deeds he had committed in the
past.
One such group posted: Once, our group was supposed to pick up Frank and his group. However, he refused to get
off the car when we reached the destination and insisted that we should pay him fifty thousand first. Pfft! Who did
he think he was? How preposterous!
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