Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 703
When Vermont heard of the situation in the morning, he felt irritated that Felicity went to Marshall for help. 'Why didn't you look
for me? I know Stuart very well too."
With a mouth stuffed with food, Felicity said, "How do you kno- munch -w I didn't?"
Vermont's eyes twitched. Feeling disgusted, he passed her fruit juice to her and said, "Swallow before you speak."
Felicity took the cup, drank two mouthfuls, and swallowed the food before she replied, "How do you know I didn't? I looked for
you as soon as I got the call from Stella. I couldn't even get in touch with you. Luckily, Mr.
Moore called, so I could only ask for his help. It's a good thing he knew the director. Otherwise, I wouldn't have arrived on time."
Stella had two options after the dress was shredded; use the same red dress to get through the training or quickly get Felicity to
immediately look for another one.
Felicity, having been in the crew for many years, knew a lot of clothing designers. Standard clothing like this was normally not
custom-made but borrowed from the crews. A friend soon found a similar outfit as soon as she sent a photo through the network.
Shredded dresses were normally not a huge problem for renowned actors since the directors and crew would turn a blind eye.
However, it would not bode well for a newly signed actress like Stella. No one would care how the shirt was shredded as long as
it did not affect everyone's job.
Felicity had seen many underhanded tricks after mingling with the lowest strata within the crew for some time. If someone was
demoted, someone else would fill that spot.
"You called?" Vermont took out his phone, and indeed there was a miss call from Felicity. The number he gave Felicity was a
work number. If it was not urgent, he would normally not pick it up, which led to this predicament. He frowned and set a special
ringtone notification for her phone number. After setting it up, he raised his head and said, "Who shredded the dress?" "Who else
could it be but that Mistress Young?" she said as she looked at him, "As if it wasn't that trashy idol you so cherished."
Vermont was unable to retort, so he stayed silent.
"Thankfully, God is just. She was pulled away by an ambulance after she went into shock, and her face turned pale."

Vermont was astonished. "How could a healthy person like that suddenly pass out?" "It's probably retribution for her many
misdeeds."
Stella peeled a lobster's head, tasted its meat, and whispered to herself,' The ones I make are still better."
Vermont naturally did not believe in the concept of retribution but, it was weird that Bella would go into shock without having prior
symptoms. He did not dwell too much on it, however. Bella was no longer an artist of Green Hill Media and had nothing to do
with him. He turned toward Marshall and asked, "Marshall, is it true you're litigating for Yoven Brown's wife?"
Marshall replied with a smile, "How do you know everything?"
Vermont grinned. "Is there anything I wouldn't know in Rivera? Whose family had an illegitimate child? How many mistresses do
they have? How many affairs did the wife have behind the husband's back? I know them all."
Felicity's eyes twitched. "Do you have nothing else to do apart from poking into other people's private affairs?"
Vermont smiled, ruffled her head, and said, "What do you know? It's my network for the latest information."
Felicity pushed his hand away and said, "Stop ruffling my head all the time.
Don't you know I won't grow taller if you keep ruffling it?"
The more she dislikes it, the more he felt like doing it. As he continued the same motion, he smiled and said, "How tall will you be
able to grow at your age?"
Felicity's hair was silky soft and cooling to the touch. He paused and pondered after he spoke. He somehow remembered that he
had said this to someone else before.