Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 896
Marshall pursed his lips and pulled the corner of the sheet to look at the woman underneath it. His face turned gloomy when he
saw who it was. He let go of the sheet blankly, turned around, and left the room.
Marshall tried to contact Stella, but she did not pick up. He then pursed his lips and dialed Felicity's number. Felicity sat on the
couch and yawned, but the people around her did not leave. Suddenly, her phone rang. Before she could answer the call,
Vermont quickly glanced over at the caller ID and froze. [Handsome Bentley Guy]
"Hello?"
"Ms. Thompson, hi. I'm sorry to disturb you, but is Stella home? I want to discuss something with her, but she's not picking up her
phone."
"Stella is out right now. I'm guessing that the party isn't over yet. She told me that she was going to let loose and have fun
tonight."
Marshall frowned at the sound of that. "Can you try to contact her? It's dangerous to be out this late."
"Huh? Okay. I'll update you later if I get ahold of her."
"Thank you."
"Who was that?" Vermont asked after Felicity hung up the phone. She ignored him and called Stella instead. However, no one
answered the first or second call. Felicity continued to dial her number seven to eight times before someone finally picked up.
Felicity sighed in relief and complained, "Stella, why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Is the party not over yet?"
Complete silence came from the other end of the phone. After a few seconds, Keegan's deep voice sounded, "She's not going
home tonight."
Felicity was petrified. "Y-Y-You..." She stuttered for a long time before she said, "Where's Stella?" Keegan hung up the phone
after that.
Felicity was shocked. She redialed the number, but it went straight to voicemail. "Ah! I'm hungry. Are you hungry?" Vermont
turned to Felicity and asked.

She looked at him sideways and said, "Don't expect me to cook you another meal."
Vermont did not know what to say. "Why haven't you gone to the company these past two days?" he asked.
Felicity was texting Marshall as she replied, "It's a wrap. The crew has been put on leave."
"How long is this leave?"
"Two months."
"You're getting little money as an assistant screenwriter, and the company put you on leave for two months??? Do they expect
you to starve yourself? Could it be that they actually want to lay you off?"
Felicity got worried once Vermont said that. Although she was an assistant screenwriter, she had to do more than just polishing
the scripts. She even ran errands for her department. She believed that her position was secure since she was needed in the
crew, but something had happened recently.
In the spring of this year, Felicity found that some parts of the script she edited did not make much sense. She also thought that
some of the scenes were mentally degrading.