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.

but also about the purpose of this

give the deceased their last bit of dignity and allow their loved

family member one last time in their

mortician were mostly people who had died in accidents, and some even had broken limbs and were transported

accept it when the deceased’s parents and lovers saw

She hadn’t expected Radley to have such

the page again, and another

of saying that Freya is a mortician who does makeup tutorials, why can’t we say that she is an excellent makeup artist doing makeup for the deceased? Doesn’t putting it this

is great. Please don’t insult

the Monaghan Group liked and reposted

for a while, many celebrities followed suit and reposted the post to give recognition

involved, hadn’t said much, but the trend on the Internet had already reversed in the

had cursed her had gone silent. Some had come to apologize after understanding the

there was still a small number of people arguing

I still think

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

“Those who think it’s ominous can unfollow me, but I feel proud of

posting on her Twitter account, Freya thought of

unexpectedly spoke

Twitter and found that

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

followed his

after, Radley followed her account

cup of coffee while comforting herself that it was a way of returning the favor. Then, she

was only him in the

she knocked on the door.

at the door while

looked up. “Hey, What’s

made you a

his desk and placed the coffee

stared at the cup

on his screen

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the screen, two women with different styles were tied up with

‘Choose tools

there was a row of buttons.

Freya was speechless.

head and saw the ad that popped up on

I’ll see myself out.” She forced a smile, blurted out her words, and felt even more

researching the profession of morticians, he did click on quite a few

don’t have this hobby!” His voice was low, and if one listened carefully, one could