Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted (Stella and Keegan)
Chapter 2167

Refined hypocrite... Oh, no, Keegan called her name, asking why she didn't talk to him at the table today.

Stella thought to herself, 'I didn't talk to you, and you didn't talk to me either, did you?' She was the one who said that she was going to ignore him during the argument. If she were to break the silence first, how embarrassing would that be?

She held her phone, opened the recording function, and said, 'Wait, let me take a video. The boss said that if I share a video of you wearing the glasses on Twitter, it will get me an extra year of warranty and a free replacement for a year."

With glasses costing tens of thousands, it would be a pain if they were to break.

As she spoke, she began recording. Suddenly, Keegan got up from his chair and took steps forward, pressing her against the bookshelf. He gently took her phone and casually leaned it against the bookshelf. With his glasses on, the light reflected off the lenses, giving him a somewhat cold demeanor. Stella felt inexplicably nervous.

She moved her lips, wanting to say something, but Keegan placed one hand behind her on the bookshelf and kissed her on the lips.

The glasses remained on, the cool touch of the frames against her cheek, making Stella's heart race.

She thought it was just a kiss, but Keegan evidently wanted to do more. However, after pressing her onto the desk, Keegan didn't make any further moves. It seemed that his body was not up to the task however much he tried.

Luckily, the alcohol had taken its full effect. Keegan held her in his arms, kissing her before falling asleep on the couch.

The phone leaning against the bookshelf recorded the entire process. At that moment, for reasons unknown to her, she didn't delete it. Instead, she saved it to her cloud storage, then forgot about it, even forgetting the password.

When she started working at Caline, when she needed to save some files, she managed to recover the password and found the two-year-old video inside.

And now, she was showing it to Keegan.

Keegan's expression changed from playful mockery of 'Why would you keep something like this?' to shameful realization of 'How could this be me?"

Before Keegan could finish watching the video, Stella shoved the phone down her neckline.

Keegan gritted his teeth with a dark expression. "What can the pixelated quality of the mosaic prove?" Stella replied, "It proves you can't perform after drinking." Keegan adamantly denied, "That's just fatigue."

Stella insisted, "You can't perform after drinking."

Keegan argued, "It's normal to have occasional performance lapses."

Stella reiterated, "You can't perform after drinking."

Keegan's face turned green. "Are you a broken record?"

Stella repeated, "You can't perform after drinking."

Keegan sat up and transferred ten thousand to her. "Delete it."

Glancing at it disdainfully, een remarked, "Is your neaarnemy" TM worth this @del?"

Keegan transferred another hundred thousand. "Delete it." Stella asked, "As the victim, don't I deserve any compensation?" Keegan's eyes widened. "What harm have you suffered?" With an impassive expression, Stella replied, ae tFese Youve t mera! ced Ga ou should let me 0! down."

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Just as Keegan was about to take it, a call came in on Stella's phone.

Seeing the label 'Fifty Million' on the screen, Keegan's expression immediately soured.