Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Estelle was teetering on the edge; here he was, already swamped with online rumors, and now these two troublemakers had landed them in the police station! Dealing with Leighton's rebellious dog-like temper alone was challenging enough, and now there's another one.

Damn it, making money had become increasingly tough! Despite his frustration, seeing Nicole and Leighton unconscious and covered in blood filled Estelle with immense worry.

"How is she?" "She's not dead." Leighton rubbed the sore spot on his lower back and shot a glare at the woman pretending to be unconscious.

"Haven't you had enough of acting?!" Nicole leisurely opened her eyes and chuckled, "So, how was my performance? Realistic enough?" Leighton snorted and couldn't resist glancing at the back of her head.

Her thick hair provided excellent coverage, making it difficult to assess the extent of her injury.

When that stone came flying at them earlier, it packed quite a punch; he could even hear the dull thud as it hit her head.

Besides appearing slightly pale, Nicole seemed completely unfazed, even using a tissue to dab at the blood on the back of her head.

Leighton couldn't help but comment, "You shouldn't use tissue on wounds; it's unhygienic." "Why is it called tissue if it's unhygienic?" Nicole retorted with a twisted logic.

to wipe your butt, do you suddenly find

my butt?" Nicole was momentarily taken aback, then burst into laughter, teasing, "Where's your idol image? How could an idol talk about butts and hemorrhoids?" Unamused, Leighton grumbled, "You're bleeding quite a bit from the

the bits stick,

with a scar there, and don't blame me if your hair doesn't grow back." The mention of scarring didn't faze Nicole much, but the

earlier? Quickly check if there are any bits stuck there." Turning her back to him, she asked Leighton to

jet-black hair, neatly arranged on her back moments ago, now cascaded down like a dark waterfall, soft and glossy, with a faint scent of shampoo lingering in the

it? Any bits?" Nicole urged him

and murmured, “I

take another look." He gently pushed aside her hair and

quite long; it seemed like the sharp edge of

been convinced, inexplicably, that his wife was

had prepared everything and bought clothes for a

his parents, in order to save money, decided to make do with what

but being dressed up as