Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 898
"You want me to become an artist in your company?" Felicity put her hand on her chin and asked. She held her phone to her
face and stared at her reflection before saying in a low voice, "That doesn't sound too bad. Based on my looks, I can play the
role of a concubine or maybe a young, innocent intern who has something going on with the CEO, don't you think? Plus, they
don't really focus on looks anymore, right? There have been several average-looking female stars who have become quite
popular in the past two years. Maybe I'll be in the next generation of celebrities, huh?"
Vermont was speechless. "Do you wanna go to the bathroom for a sec?"
Felicity looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Why would I need to go to the bathroom?"
"To freaking look at yourself in the mirror,* Vermont replied with a serious look on his face.
The corner of Felicity’s mouth twitched, and she kicked him off the couch." You go look in the mirror!" she yelled.
Vermont slumped onto the carpet and sat there with one of his legs bent as he laughed. He then propped his elbow on the
couch, turned to Felicity, and said, "Come to my company and be my personal secretary. All you have to do is cook for me, and
I'll give you fifty thousand dollars a month. You'll also get your weekends off, holidays, and insurance. What do you think?"
"No." Felicity refused the offer without any hesitation. "If you're looking for a nanny, go to a housekeeping company."
Vermont could not believe his ears. "Would you be able to earn this much money with your screenwriting assistant job?"
"No."
Vermont was puzzled. "Then, why not become my secretary?"
"My life goal is not just limited to cooking. I would've opened a restaurant if I wanted to become a chef. I have a dream, you
know?" Felicity said while scrolling through her phone.
"Then, tell me, what's your dream?"
Felicity’s eyes lit up at the mention of that. "I want to write the best script in the world, win the craziest award of all time, and have
sex with the hottest man alive."
Vermont was at a loss for words. "You can cross the last one out. You've already done it."

Felicity paused and kicked him in the face, but Vermont quickly grabbed her ankles. She tried to break free from his grip, but she
could not do it." You're not the hottest man alive! You're just hot at most.*
Vermont's lips curled into a smile when he saw her reddish ears and her distraught look. "Being hot and being the hottest man
alive is almost the same thing.”
"No way. The hottest man alive would be hot in terms of his career, appearance, and figure. You, on the other hand..." Felicity
took a good look at Vermont's face and froze. Even though she did not like the stinky cucumber's lifestyle, Vermont was not that
bad in the three aspects she mentioned.
Vermont squinted his eyes and squeezed her ankles as he sat on the carpet flooring. He looked up at Felicity from top to bottom,
smiled, and confidently asked, "Am I not hot enough?"
Felicity gritted her teeth. She would never admit the truth in front of him because she knew that he would gloat about it. "No?
How hot can you be when you have suck in bed?"
"Me? Suck? In bed?" Vermont's mouth twitched. "Tell me. How do I suck in bed?"