My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 73 She Must Have Misunderstood

When Freya was treating her puffy eyes, her phone rang several times.

She picked it up and saw that several people had sent her messages.

Matthew wrote, ‘Kittie, I didn’t know you have this skill?

She looked at the picture, which was her work permit at the funeral home.

She then typed, ‘Are you secretly investigating me?’

He replied, ‘No, I saved it from the Internet. Don’t accuse me!”

She couldn’t be bothered by him and opened Edward’s message.

Edward wrote, “Freya! Someone has exposed your profession online and is slandering you!”

Freya raised her eyebrows slightly. She had expected this to happen.

Isabella’s messages were more straightforward, with more than ten lengthy voice messages in a row.

Freya opened one and heard Isabella’s fierce cursing. Those idiots who curse you, I will-”

She silently closed her phone and had an idea what was going on.

She opened Twitter and saw the trending topic.

After scrolling through several posts, she found that all recent posts had traces of Edward fighting alone.

As Freya’s assistant, he had been certified as the assistant of DiligentFrey when he helped Freya post videos on Twitter. He was attacked by a group of people and fought back one by one, but he was still pitifully overpowered.

Freya laughed. She felt grateful and distressed at the same time.

She continued scrolling and saw someone saying that she taught people how to do corpse makeup and might be involved in witchcraft and curses, among other things.

There were even people who had fabricated private chat records, saying that she had asked fans for their birthdates.

As the situation developed in an absurd direction, she was thinking about whether to explain it.

She refreshed the page, and a new tweet topped the trending topic. It was from Radley.

Freya widened her eyes.

-Radley tweeted, ‘Mortician, a lonely and great profession.

There were some pictures attached below, which were all about this profession. It allowed people to have at clearer understanding of it.

His post was not only detailed but also about the purpose of this profession.

give the deceased their last bit of dignity and allow their

family member one last time

had died in accidents, and some even had broken limbs and were transported in several

deceased’s parents and lovers saw such

hadn’t expected Radley to have such a deep

the page again, and

does makeup tutorials, why can’t we say that she

cousin’s profession is great. Please don’t insult this profession. Rumors

the Monaghan Group liked and

was a bigwig in the entertainment industry, and for a while, many celebrities followed suit and reposted the post to give recognition

raised her eyebrows. She, as the person involved, hadn’t said much, but the trend on the Internet had already reversed in the afternoon.

silent. Some had come

was still a small

but I still think it’s ominous. Anyway, I have unfollowed DiligentFrey

that she is a mortician when she is doing beauty and health tutorials. After all, she’s putting makeup on

ominous can unfollow me,

her Twitter account,

unexpectedly spoke up for her.

on Radley’s Twitter and found that it was his first personal post.

she was feeling down when she went to the Joint Department today, and how impatiently she said that it had nothing to do with him.

followed his Twitter

long after, Radley followed her

occasion, she poured herself a cup of coffee while comforting herself that it was

was only him in the office.

ajar, and she knocked on

at the door while

up. “Hey,

you a cup of coffee. Drink

his desk and placed the coffee beside him.

cup

gaze had fallen on his screen and

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two women with different styles were tied up with ropes,

tagline. ‘Choose tools to

there was a row of

Freya was speechless.

head and saw the ad that popped up on his computer, he

I’ll see myself out.” She

throbbed. When he was researching the profession of morticians, he

if one listened carefully, one

Freya was already planning to leave.

little scared as she had amnesia and didn’t know how she had spent the past two years.

Freya’s questioning gaze,