She Dumped Her Dodgy Husband After Suffering Amnesiac

When Hellen rubbed her eyes, her phone rang several times.

She picked it up and saw that several people on the list had sent her messages.NôvelDrama.Org content.

Eddie Levi: Little kitty, do you have this skill? [Photo].

Hellen glanced at the picture. It was her employee certificate in the funeral home.

She typed: Are you secretly investigating me?

Eddie Levi: No, I kept it online. Don’t malign me!

Hellen doesn’t want to care about him. She opened Luz’s door and glanced at him.

Luz Walker: Sis! Someone exposed your occupation on the Internet and slandered you!

Hellen raised her eyebrows slightly, knowing what to do.

Darcy’s message was straightforward. There were more than a dozen unread messages in a row.

When Hellen opened one of them, she heard Darcy’s fierce scolding. “Those idiots who say that you’re cursing people. Damn-”

Silently closing WeChat, Hellen knew what to do.

She clicked open Twitter and saw the topic.

After browsing through a few of them, she realized that Luz had been fighting alone in all recent posts.

As Hellen’s assistant, Luz had received the notice of Industrious Hellen He when he posted videos on Weibo. He was surrounded and attacked by a group of people, and he started to attack, but he was still drowned by them pitifully.

Hellen couldn’t help but let out a laugh, feeling both grateful and painful.

She continued to scroll down and saw that some people said that she had taught people to dress up as dead people, and she might have taught them evil incantations and curses.

Someone even posted a fake private chat record and said that she was going to ask for her fan’s birthday.

Hellen, seeing the situation develop in an unreasonable direction, wondered if she should explain.

After refreshing the interface, a new post reached the top of the trending topic. “Hans?”

Hellen stared, wide-eyed.

Hans posted on Twitter: an embalmer, a lonely and great occupation.

There were a few pictures attached below. They were all information about this occupation, allowing people to have a clear understanding of it.

Hans’s post was not only detailed but also related to his career’s purpose.

To give the deceased one last dignity and to let their family members see the original appearance of their relatives again.

Most of the people who needed embalmer were accidental deaths, and some of their limbs were even broken, and they were transported in several pieces.

No one could accept it if their parents and partners saw such a scene.

Hellen raised her lips. She didn’t expect Hans to know so much about the industry.

She refreshed it and another post popped up.

Eddie: Rather than saying that Hellen is an embalmer who teaches people how-to put-on makeup, why not say that she is an outstanding makeup artist who puts on make-up for the deceased? Has he instantly become great?

Karim Thomas: Cousin’s occupation is great, please don’t insult it. Rumors stop at wise people.

Hans sent a post, and those who were close to the Grant Group liked and reposted it.

Karim was the No. 1 in the entertainment circle, and for a time, many stars reposted it and correct the occupation’s reputation.

Hellen raised her eyebrows. Throughout the afternoon, she, the person involved, didn’t say anything, but the situation online had already turned around.

The people scolding her quieted down. Some came over to apologize after understanding the situation, and some were silent.

But there was still a small group of people arguing for justice.

“That’s the reason, but I just feel unlucky. Anyway, I’m going to unfollow Industrious Hellen.

“Even if this occupation is great, it doesn’t mean that she is great. I think that when she is teaching about beauty and health care, she should first tell us that she is an embalmer and does makeup for the dead every day!”

Hellen posted on Twitter, which was rare for her: If you feel unlucky, you can unfollow it. But I feel proud of my occupation.

After posting on Weibo, she thought of Hans.

He spoke up for her-

Hellen silently clicked on Hans ‘Twitter and found that it was his first personal post.

When he thought of how she had been in a bad mood when he arrived at the United Department today, she had impatiently said that it had nothing to do with him.

Hellen silently clicked on ‘follow’.

Not long after, Hans did the same.

Hellen was embarrassed. It was rare for her to make herself a cup of coffee. She comforted herself in her heart that she was returning the favor and went to Hans’ office.

He was alone in the office.

The door was half-closed. Hellen knocked on the door, and the door creaked open.

Hellen stood at the doorway, holding a cup of coffee.

Hans raised his head and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Hellen coughed softly, “I made you a cup of coffee. Drink some to refresh yourself.”

She walked to Hans’ desk and put the coffee by his side.

Hans stared at the glass and said, “Thank you.”

Hellen’s gaze had already landed on Hans’ screen, and her eyes narrowed.

On the screen, two beautiful women of different styles were tied up with ropes and they are staring at the screen.

A sentence goes: Please choose a tool to subdue the beauty!

The next row of buttons included a small whip, a small candle, a small bomb-

Hellen:”…”

Hans turned his head. When he saw the advertisement pop up on the computer, he fell silent.

“This, this is the taste of a person’s hobby, so it’s nothing if it’s slightly unusual. I’ll be going back first.” Hellen laughed with embarrassment, and she became even more embarrassed after speaking without thinking.

The veins on Hans’ forehead bulged. When he had just understood the profession of being an embalmer, he had clicked on quite a few relevant websites.

“I don’t have that kind of hobby!” Hans’ voice was low, and if you listened carefully, you could smell that he was gnashing his teeth.

Hellen was already planning to leave. “Right, right, right.”

She was a little frightened. She lost her memory and didn’t know how she had lived for the past two years-

As he looked at that questioning gaze, the calm Hellen who had left in a panic…

Hans stared at the computer and fell silent.

David pushed the door open and said, “Mr. Grant, the project is going pretty smoothly. This is the report.”

He put down the document and found that the other party’s face was cold.

“Mr. Grant?”

“It’s all right.” Hans closed the advertisement that popped up on the website in silence and tapped a string of code-named anti-toxic advertisements.

Hellen must have misunderstood!

Hans gritted his teeth.

David noticed the coffee on the table. “Mr. Grant, your coffee is cold. Do you want me to change it for you?”

“No need.”

Hans held the glass in his slender hand, and there was only a little warmth left.

The glass was made of glass with a small white heart on it.

Very cute.

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At night, in the Jovano family.

Hellen is lying on the sofa in the living room, looking at her mobile phone in boredom.

Now that her mother wasn’t at home and she was the only one left in the enormous house, no one could say anything even if she wanted to.

When Hellen looked through Twitter, she found Hans’ Twitter had been reposted by several official media outlets. Besides, it was followed up by a statement, which meant the embalmer’s reputation was corrected.

Those people who said the embalmer was a terrible occupation were truly foolish and superstitious!

After reading it, Hellen found that there were a lot of private messages on Twitter.

She swiped through the news, and many media wanted to invite her to talk about the occupation more specifically.

With such a commotion on Twitter, this occupation became a hot topic in a short period.

After politely refusing, a message appeared on Hellen’s WeChat.

Eddie Levi: Little kitty, do you want to come to my family’s program for an interview?

The Levi family had invested in several programs, and their reputation was widespread in China. Hellen thought about it. She could take advantage of the situation to let everyone completely understand this occupation.

It could be said that it cleared the name of his colleagues who had worked in the same occupation.

Eddie Levi: Little kitty, don’t let the fertile water flow into other people’s fields. I heard many programs want to invite you, but you can’t go to someone else’s program!

Hellen couldn’t help but laugh and type: I’m going to your show. Let me know if you prepare it well.