Chapter 1766
Of course, Keegan did not let go. Instead, he lifted her even higher. A smile flashed on his face as he asked in a low voice, "Why
are you so scared? It's not like I'd actually drop you."
Stella realized that he was just teasing her. She got angry and playfully pounded Keegan's chest.
Felicity leaned out of the window upstairs and said, "Damn. Stella's really something. She actually managed to make Keegan
carry her out."
Vermont rested his chin on top of Felicity's head and watched the scene below with her, "Why do you think
Keegan was so obsessed with her before? Your best friend is more than just something." i
"Hey, your brother is a doctor here, right? Why don't you ask him to find out if the child in Stella's belly is a boy or a girl?"
Vermont said, "I don't think we should do that. Why do you want to know? If it turns out to be a boy, would you not want to be his
godmother?"
Felicity pouted, "Well, I do prefer to have a goddaughter. But if it's really a boy, I'll still love him the same. I'm just curious."
"You should be curious about something else, like how
much money I have or how many properties and cars I own." 1
Felicity was puzzled, "Why should I be curious about those things? They're not mine anyway."
Vermont smirked and leaned into her ear, whispering, "They may not be yours now. But if you marry me, everything I own will be
yours."
Felicity paused, turned around, and scrutinized him, "Tell me how much you have then."
"It'll take me a long time to tell you everything I own."
Felicity's eyelid twitched, 'Same trick again, huh?'
She looked at Vermont's expression that screamed, "keep asking," and said, "Oh, let's not bother then if that's the case."
Then, she turned and walked away.
Vermont was stunned.
He hurriedly caught up with her and said, "Hey, ask me again, and I'll tell you."
Felicity glanced at him, "No way. You can keep it to yourself."
Vermont chuckled as he hugged her shoulder and asked with a smile, "There's a new murder mystery game around this area.
Do you want to play it together?"
Felicity brushed his hand off her shoulder, "No, I need to work on my script."
"I only want to take you there because I'm trying to help you get inspiration for your script."
Felicity looked at him, "It's more like you just want to waste my time and make me miss the deadline."
Vermont sighed, "Why do you always think so poorly of me?"
Felicity then reminded him of what he did, "When I was about to finish my script last time, you told me there's a great Joplonese
restaurant we should try. I told you we could go after I finish, but you said the promotion would be over by then, and I could work
on the script in the
restaurant. So, I went with you, and my laptop got stolen."
Vermont kept quiet for a while and said, "But we found it back later, didn't we?"
Felicity glowered at him, "The thief had already sold my script on the black market and wiped all my data. What's the point of
getting an empty laptop back?"
Vermont said guiltily, "But you came up with an even better script, right? It's just that no one has a good enough taste to buy it."
Felicity gritted her teeth, "It's all your fault!"
Vermont was speechless.
"This time, nothing like that will happen again. The shop owner works in showbiz and hires professionals to design the plot. It's
not something you can experience anywhere else. Once we play it, I’ll introduce you to their scriptwriter, and you can have a chat
with him. He used to write suspenseful detective scripts and is pretty experienced with it."
Felicity paused and said, "How do you know that's the theme I've been working on?"
Vermont said, "Didn't you ask me to borrow some books from the library before? When they updated their system, I linked my
phone number with your library card so I can see every book you borrowed.
"I noticed that you've been reading a book called " Chronicles of Injustice," and also books on anatomy and psychology. I figured
you're probably working on a script for this theme, so I wanted to help you find some inspiration." i
Felicity felt strange inside as she tilted her head to look at Vermont, "If you want to help me, why don't you just buy the rights to
my script and turn it into a film?" 2