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 ament: 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 arge number of fans. Not to mention, she had yed


    the role of an assistant who was temporarily deaf and mute in the movie very well.


    Manymented 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 giarized Greg’s script years ago was dug out.


    The moment the truth was revealed, everyone started to sympathize with Greg and abhor Frank.


    Nevertheless, 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.”


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    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 usualposure,


    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 shed 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 eyshes, 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 ce was his usual indifference.


    Hence, 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. Sinir has


    rmended 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.”