No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

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.

bit of dignity and allow their loved

one last time in

people who had died in accidents,

one could accept it when the deceased’s parents and lovers saw such

curled her lips. She hadn’t expected Radley to

refreshed the page again, and

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 way make her sound greater?’

great. Please don’t insult this profession. Rumors stop with the wise!

close to the Monaghan Group

while, many celebrities followed

She, as the person involved, hadn’t said much, but the trend on the Internet had

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

was still a small number of

think it’s ominous. Anyway, I have unfollowed

her noble. I think she should have disclosed that she is a mortician when she is doing beauty and health tutorials.

it’s ominous can unfollow

posting on her Twitter account, Freya thought

up

Radley’s Twitter and found that

to the Joint Department today, and how impatiently she said that it had nothing to do with

followed his Twitter

Radley followed her account

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

was only him

she knocked on the door. The door creaked open.

the door while holding a cup

up. “Hey, What’s up?”

“I made you a cup of coffee. Drink some.

to his desk and placed the

at the cup

his

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styles were tied

‘Choose tools to subdue the beauty!

there was a row of buttons.

Freya was speechless.

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

this kind of hobby… It’s not that strange. I’ll see myself out.” She forced a smile,

of morticians, he did click on quite a few relevant websites.

His voice was low, and if one listened carefully, one could hear him suppressing something.

was

and didn’t know how she had spent the past