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.

got up her sleeve to 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

head chef, somewhat renowned, was known for this delicacy, and Felicity had been craving it

alone; there were seven or eight others ahead

she was almost

about to be her turn, the chef announced there was

to be

she struck up a conversation, asking for hers to be cooked a bit

behind her expressed his desire for foie gras, prompting his mother

the mother pointed out that the last one was reserved

her foie gras, he looked at her eagerly and asked, "Sister, can you tell me what it tastes like?” Who

showing remarkable consideration, shared

together

approached and tapped her on the

up, tears glistening in her

was thinking..." Vermont didn't finish

a pang of embarrassment