Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted (Stella and Keegan)
Chapter 2036

Beatrix had lived in Jorgeville for decades, and the people she met were mostly down-to-earth locals, accustomed to boisterous greetings. She had not encountered many elites in suits and polished

appearances.

Although Marshall came last time and was considered one of them, he looked more approachable. On the other hand, Keegan exuded a refined and sophisticated air that added to his natural elegance. Beatrix felt somewhat out of her element upon feeling his imposing presence.

Subconsciously, she wiped her hands on her clothes before shaking Keegan's hand. “Kee-Keegan Kee?"

Keegan repeated himself and spelled his name out patiently. "My name is Keegan Kane. K-E-E-G-A-N K-A-N-E." After Keegan introduced himself again, Beatrix was still confused. "I'll just call you Kee." Keegan was speechless. Stella burst into laughter. Keegan said his name two times, but Beatrix still could not remember it.

Keegan's smile stiffened a little. "You can call me Keegan."

Beatrix nodded as she thought to herself, 'His temper is not bad. Although he looks a little stern when he's not smiling, he looks very handsome when he does. Also, the fact that he's afraid of dogs made his tal stature seem somewhat delicate.' In attempting to become more likable than Marshall in the community, Keegan took the initiative to greet the other neighbors.

However, although he could easily handle those businessmen he dealt with, he found his socializing skills failing him among the local folks, who were loud, extroverted, and loved to gossip.

Bruce said, "This young man with long arms and legs must be great at carrying grain. Last time that Marshall guy could carry two bags alone.' Keegan's eyelid twitched as he thought to himself, 'Marshall is so scrawny and weak. How can he carry two bags of grain?' 'Marshall's calligraphy is so beautiful, and he can write better than all of US here. If he had stayed longer, I would've asked him to write my birthday invitations for me."

'Keegan, you look so elegant. Your handwriting should be very nice, too, right?"

Keegan was pretty good at calligraphy. But unlike Stella, he did not like showing off his skills and knowledge. So, he simply answered, "It's alright."

The neighbors automatically interpreted "It's alright" as "It's terrible."

"Young man, you don't look like you're someone who studies much anyway.

You're more like a crook with a disarming and daring smile that can easily attract all the girls around you."

Keegan was speechless upon hearing that comment about him.

'Marshall helped US a lot when he was here. He climbed up the trees alone and brought back so many fruits for us. Keegan, you probably don't do these things back home, huh? Your skin is so fair and smooth."

Keegan wanted to say something. But as they continued, he kept quiet.

Both he and Marshall came with Stella. He knew that they would inevitably be compared.

Of course, Keegan was rather confident before he came. However, he had not expected Marshall to be so popular and good at pleasing them. The local folks were straightforward with their thoughts about Marshall, making it hard for him to respond.

He did feel like he needed to prove himself to the local folks, but he just could not stand keeping quiet. After all, he was Stella's legitimate husband, who should be a part of this community.

Stella held Keegan's hand and was about to speak up for him, but Arthur suddenly said, "What's in these bags over here? They're so heavy!" Keegan turned around and saw Arthur trying to carry the bags he brought. He quickly stopped him, saying, "Those are gifts for you. Let me help you with them."

Arthur paused and immediately opened one of the suitcases. In the next second, his gaze widened. "What is this thing?"