My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 769

Chapter 769

That instantly set off the others, who began furiously commenting: That’s still no big deal. Do you know what happened when Sammy followed him out for a film shoot? My goodness! He had the nerve to introduce a bigshot who was a pervert to our poor Sammy, and the bigshot even wanted to make a move on him! It’s indeed too much! Fortunately, Sammy managed to escape by jumping out of the car. Since then, he has been oppressed by Frank Venti and the bigshot, losing countless opportunities in the industry!

That’s not all. Frank also had designs on our actress! Hmph! Anyway, he underestimated her. She’s someone with integrity and morals!

He even deleted her movie scenes! A lot of her scenes were cut out by him!

Ha! I bet you don’t know how terrible he is. He forces his assistant to kneel to him while serving him food!

He even poured hot soup onto his assistant. I have a feeling that he might have violent tendencies.

In the meantime, Frank was seated outside the ER in the hospital. Wearing a look of intense anxiousness, he kept his eyes glued to the light above the door.

“He’s here!” He suddenly heard a man yell out.

On the heels of that, a group of people rushed out of the elevator with cameras. They took pictures of him as they showered him with questions.

“Director Venti, did you beat your wife up?”

“Why did you beat her? Why’s she drenched in blood? Did you quarrel with her? What’s the cause?”

“I heard she was Director Maxwell’s ex-wife and even had a child with him. Is that true?”

“Did you snatch her from Director Maxwell? Are you a homewrecker?”

“Which part of her body is injured?”

On instinct, Frank avoided looking at them and tried to cover his face.

Boiling with rage, he covered the lower part of his face with his shirt before lunging toward the reporter nearest to him and bellowed, “What on earth are you doing? How could you interview me and take my pictures without my permission!”

“Feeling insulted by our words? Did you plagiarize Director Maxwell’s script? Were you the actual scriptwriter for the movie that enabled you to shoot to fame many years ago? Why can’t you produce other movies as good as that now or come up with such an outstanding script anymore?”

“Did you plagiarize Director Maxwell’s script?”

“You’re right! He plagiarized it!” A woman’s feeble voice suddenly sounded from the entrance of the ER.

Everyone turned to look in her direction. At that very moment, a nurse held Millie, helping her to walk out of the ER slowly.

“Greg Maxwell and I were a loving couple ten years ago, but this sc*mbag forced himself on me! He even took nude pictures of me, threatening me to divorce Greg and marry him. I was at my wits’ end. If the pictures were to leak out, my family and I would be doomed. My son’s reputation would surely be tarnished too,” Millie said in anguish.

Her heart ached even more as she explained further, “For the sake of my young son, I had no choice but to divorce Greg and marry Frank. It never occurred to me that was just the beginning of my hellish life. Before my divorce, he forced me to steal Greg’s script and made a movie with that before Greg could. When Greg discovered something awry, it was already too late.”

“At that point, Greg was slandered as a plagiarizer. I’ve been living in remorse, feeling guilty for what I did to him and our son throughout these years. Frank Venti is indeed a double-faced jerk. He puts up a kind front but is secretly a selfish and vicious man. Getting beaten up by him became the norm for me. Apart from that, he’s even taken advantage of many actresses,” Millie added piteously with tears flowing out of her eyes.

With a trembling hand, she whipped out a notebook from her bag. “There’s evidence on how he did that here. You may have it!”

“Have you gone nuts? You b*tch!” Blowing a fuse, Frank sprang to his feet and was about to lunge toward Millie to hit her.

However, a group of male reporters instantly tried to stop him by surrounding him.

“Go ahead and slap her if you have a death wish!” An authoritative voice sounded abruptly.

At that moment, a strong arm stretched out and grabbed hold of Frank’s lifted hand.

The next second, a man dressed smartly in a suit stood right in front of him with a look of sheer frigidness.

Frank almost fell when Greg shoved him aside. He lifted his head, scowling at the man who had suddenly emerged from nowhere. “Greg Maxwell, I’ve more than enjoyed my time in bed with your woman for the past ten years! Hahaha!”

After glaring coldly at him for quite a while, Greg finally snapped, “You demon! The police are going to take action against you!”

“Greg, you’re nothing but a piece of worthless trash! Anyway, no words can describe how sweet your woman is! You’ve been leading a miserable life these years, haven’t you? Hahaha!” Frank shrieked at

the top of his lungs. Malice distorted his face, and there was an intense hatred toward Greg in his eyes.