Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 764
Felicity's expression turned ugly.
"You ordered this?"
Vermont coughed. "Well, I've eaten a few of your meals. I'm paying you back with this."
Felicity gave a mocking laugh.
If Keegan were not there, she would have hit him!
Holding the alcohol, Vermont walked to her. He whispered, "This is year eighty-two Lafite. Am I sincere enough?"
Felicity's ears moved. She glanced at the alcohol that he was holding. Its packaging was indeed exactly the same as the one she
saw on the set.
Suspiciously, Felicity said, "You're not fooling me with counterfeit wine, right?"
Vermont said, "If this is fake, I'll swallow the bottle."
Felicity looked better. She took the bottle of alcohol from him. "For the sake of the Lafite."
She then walked to the kitchen with it. Vermont lifted the corners of his lips as he followed her.
Stella and Keegan stared at each other.
Keegan said, "Let's have a walk downstairs."
Stella looked at the food. "I still haven't eaten."
Keegan smiled. He looked a little gentle, "I'll bring you to eat something good."
Stella wanted to pluck information from Keegan. She wanted to know what happened to Aurora. So, she agreed.
Before she went out, she brought her small pouch that had some loose change in it with her.
There was a night market near the west entrance of Clouditude International. After six o'clock at night, people would open their
stalls to sell snacks, fruits, and so on.

It was exceptionally hot today. Although the sun had set, the hot air rising from the ground could still make everyone’s lower legs
sweaty.
Stella was wearing shorts and a thin t-shirt. Not only did she still feel hot, but she also felt a little stuffy.
The weather forecast said that it would rain at noon. But it did not rain at all for the whole day.
The tip of her nose had been sweating since they went out. Stella glanced at Keegan.
It was like Keegan was living in a different season than Stella. He wore a loose white shirt. His sleeves were neatly rolled up to
his elbows. He also wore khaki-colored mulberry silk slacks. His leather shoes were so shiny that they could reflect figures.
He looked elegant. There was nobility and grace in his every movement. She was close to him and could clearly see the thin
sweat on his face. If not, she would have thought he was not feeling hot.
The night market was extremely lively. Keegan was dazzled by it.
His elbow was suddenly hit by someone. Keegan came back to his senses. He then heard Stella whisper, "Do you not feel hot?"
Keegan honestly said, "I feel hot."
"Why are you still wearing such thick clothes?" Stella murmured.
Coincidentally, she saw someone selling clothes in front of her. She pulled Keegan as she said, "I'll pick a shirt that's cool for
you." 1
After that, she pulled him to a clothing stall.
Clouditude International was in the high-tech zone. It was just a street away from the old city.
There were many buildings on the east side but it was lifeless. While on the west side, it was lively and bustling.
The control for these two years had been loosened. The night market was crowded again just like a few years back.
But this was the first time Keegan saw a clothing stall at a night market. It was just that...
Although the stall was selling shirts for both men and women, it was surrounded by mostly women. There were also a few men
there but they were all standing at the side. They were probably accompanying their loved ones. They did not go near the stall.

Keegan was initially holding Stella's hand. But when the stall owner took out a bag full of clothes, Stella immediately let go of his
hand and went to grab the clothes with a group of women.
Keegan finally understood why those men were standing aside instead of staying close to their lovers.
Because those men would affect the speed of the women grabbing the clothes.
So, he became one of the men who was watching from the side too.
A white, chubby man of average height beside Keegan gave him a cigarette.
"Do you want one?"
Keegan did not take it. "Thank you. I don't smoke."
The man smiled. He then put that cigarette back into the box, "Actually, I don’t really smoke too. I smoke mainly because I'm
afraid I'll have nothing to talk about when I speak to someone."
Keegan did not really understand him. Because he never needed to start a conversation with someone else. It was always other
people who started a conversation with him.
The man said, "I've been looking at you for some time. You were holding your wife's hand in this heat. You two just got married
recently?"