Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Felicity blushed, her hand poised to strike, but Vermont grabbed it and pulled her into his embrace.

"You know, when you dashed off after that fib the other day and Corbin Steven asked me about you, I instantly knew you were pulling a fast one.

I didn't even recognize you.

But back then, I just figured it was another ploy from some wannabe celebrity trying to grab my attention.

With my looks and wealth, I attract quite the crowd." Felicity made a face of disgust.

"Such a narcissist!" Vermont chuckled.

"I've seen all sorts of tactics, but you're the first to greet me with a hug as if we've known each other for ages.

I thought maybe it was because you were not exactly a heartthrob, so you had to resort to some unique methods to catch my eye." Felicity bristled slightly at the "not exactly a heartthrob" remark but was intrigued by Vermont's initial impression of her.

Her curiosity piqued.

"I was intrigued, though.

win me over.' So, I scanned the crowd and found you patiently waiting in line for foie gras." The foie gras, freshly seared by the chef, took time, especially with the bustling

was known for this delicacy, and Felicity had been craving it

there were seven or

waited patiently until she

turn, the chef announced there was only enough

happened to be

she struck up a conversation, asking for hers

behind her expressed his desire

sold out, and the mother pointed out that

remained composed, but when Felicity finally received her foie gras, he looked at her eagerly and asked, "Sister, can you tell me what it

child, showing remarkable consideration, shared half

together in a corner,

approached and tapped her on

looked up, tears

I was thinking..." Vermont didn't finish his sentence; he burst into

pang of embarrassment at his