Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 1423
Vermont trailed behind Felicity and Stella as they browsed through the dresses. After trying on over a dozen options, Felicity
finally settled on one she was satisfied with. She put it on and eagerly approached Vermont for his appraisal.
"What do you think, Stinky Cucumber? Does it look good?" she asked with a playful grin.
Vermont was just about to nod in approval when he noticed the back of the dress was almost entirely open as she twirled
around. He immediately changed his tone and said," Hmm, I'm not quite sold on it. It makes your legs appear shorter."
Felicity's lips twitched, and she shot him a determined look. ” It's because I'm not wearing high heels right now. Once I put them
on, it'll be perfect."
"Can you even walk in high heels? You wouldn't want to trip before we get to the venue, would you? You should probably
consider changing into something else," Vermont advised.
"You're such a buzzkill! You clearly have no sense of fashion. Stella even said that I'd turn heads in this dress!" Felicity retorted.
"Whose opinion do you trust more, mine or hers?" Vermont inquired.
Felicity did not hesitate for a moment. "Hers. I'm wearing this dress, Vermont. Don't try to stop me unless you want to go to the
banquet without a date. I'll just go with Stella."
'Is this what Keegan felt when Stella had worn that backless dress at Cordelia's birthday party? Fuck. I should have brought
Felicity to choose her dress earlier so we wouldn't have bumped into Stella. I feel like second-best with her here.'
Once the ladies had settled on their dresses and Keegan had returned from his call, the gang made their way to the makeup
area to meet with the makeup artist. They had to confirm all makeup and hair arrangements in advance to ensure everything
went smoothly on the big day.
Stella had been busy with shooting for the past few days. Hence, Vermont decided to help her find a makeup artist, given his
extensive experience in the entertainment industry and his extensive network.
He hired a well-known celebrity makeup artist, Michael Caleb, who crafted looks for several prominent female figures in the
industry.

They waited half an hour upon arrival, but Michael failed to appear. Keegan furrowed his brows and asked, "Are you sure you
made an appointment?"
Vermont shared Keegan's confusion. "Of course. I wouldn't mess up something this important. Let me give him a call." He dialed
Michael's number, but it went straight to voicemail. Vermont frowned and tried calling the artist's assistant. This time, the call was
answered promptly.
"Mr. Snyder," the assistant greeted.
"Where's Michael? I want him on the phone."
The assistant spoke in a hushed tone, "Mr. Caleb is at a client's house right now. He's rather busy at the moment."
"What the hell is he doing at another client's place? I have an appointment with him," Vermont said sternly.
The assistant was unaware of the situation and responded softly, "Let me check that for you."
"Hurry up," Vermont urged.
The assistant set the phone aside. After a few minutes, they returned to the call and said," I'm sorry, Mr. Snyder, but Mr. Caleb
said he forgot about your appointment. He's already taken on another job and can't cancel it. He asked if you'd be okay with
having another makeup artist."
Vermont's face darkened instantly. "What? He took on another job?"
The assistant felt uneasy. "Mr. Snyder, we take jobs based on scheduled appointments. You only made a verbal agreement with
Mr. Caleb. He's very busy, and it's likely that the agreement slipped his mind."
Vermont let out a frustrated laugh. "Are you saying it's my fault for not giving him a deposit in advance? I was the one who
helped his career back in the day. Am I not good enough for him now that he's a famous makeup artist?"