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Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 589
'There's no need forthat," Stella did not even open her eyelids. "I have already entrusted this case to Mr. Moore. What's the
reason for switching to another lawyer halfway? If I switched lawyers, what would the others think? They would assume that I
didn't trust his professionalism, so I changed to another lawyer. I can't tell him myself."
Keegan replied, "I'll tell him. There is no need for you to say anything."
"Is the main issue really about whether you say it or I say it?" Stella angrily asked, "I've already paid a portion of it, so I should
demand it back from him?"
'What's wrong with demanding it back?" Keegan asked with furrowed brows. "Does he even need the money?”
"He doesn't need the money, but I can't embarrass him,” Stella said while glaring at him. "Besides, this is my problem. You
should stop meddling in it! •
Keegan scrunched his eyebrows from hearing it. Just as he was about to speak, Stella said, "If you nag on again, you can take
your shirt and leave!'
Keegan then shut his mouth. After a long while, he said, "I told a well- known local obstetrician about your condition. He will be
coming to Rivera to give a talk next month, and he said he could do a consultation in person, then."
Stella's finger suddenly gripped tightly. After a few minutes, Keegan was chased out of the apartment half-naked. Then, a shirt
was thrown out with him. Keegan was at a loss for words.
'Doctor Steven," Felicity called out. She held onto her cheeks as her eyes turned into crescents while she was drunk. "What's
your ideal type?"
Corbin sipped on his wine and chuckled while looking at her state. "I used to think about these restrictions in the past. But now, I
feel that these things don't have any meaning. If I truly met someone I liked, those restrictions would be useless. The person I
like would be the ideal type."
'Well said," Felicity said with a dumb smile. "My past ideal type was actually George Clooney. But, after meeting you, I think
George Clooney seemed average."
Corbin chuckled quietly. 'Although this girl is a little silly, she is quite interesting,' Corbin thought.

'Do you have a boyfriend?" Corbin asked.
Felicity shook her head. After taking a mouthful of wine, she said, "I've been single since birth 25 years ago. I was cheated on by
a little punk neighbor when I was younger. He said he would get married to me when I grew up. In the end, he went missing
before I graduated kindergarten. Isn’t it horrible?"
Corbin laughed and said, "Words spoken by a kid don't count."
Felicity was a little fazed from drinking and said in a low tone, "Dr. Steven, when will the nodule in my breast fade?"
"In three to six months. It's uncertain, but keeping a good lifestyle and habits would probably make it heal faster."
Felicity then said groggily, "Really? Why do I always feel like the nodule seems to be growing bigger?"
"It shouldn't be. A benign nodule usually wouldn't grow. If you're worried, you can go to the hospital tomorrow, and I'll help you
check again," Corbin replied.
Felicity furrowed her brows and said, "You can't check it now? Can't you diagnose it just by feeling it?"
Corbin's eyelids twitched violently. Just when he was suspecting whether the lady before him was really drunk or fake drunk, he
saw her taking off her buttons. Vermont had just opened the door and saw the scene.
The corner of his lips twitched, and he swiftly went to Felicity and pulled her clothes up. "How did she get this drunk?"
Corbin replied, "She kept drinking, and I couldn't stop her." As he said that, he stood up. "Where is her house? I'll send her
back."
Vermont did not even lift his head as he put a jacket over Felicity's body. He then held her up and said, "You don't need to. You
can go home. I'll send her back in a moment."
The initially groggy and sleepy Felicity suddenly regained consciousness. "I don't want you to send me home. I want Dr. Steven
to send me!"
Vermont furrowed his brows and asked, "Does he even know where your house is?"
”My house is at Albright Street, mhmm....,’ Before she could finish, her mouth was already covered by Vermont.

He warned Felicity while squinting, "How could you tell your address willy- nilly? Aren't you afraid that someone else would sell
you off?"

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