Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 478
Stella drove around the streets and finally pulled up in front of a small bar.
When a person is extremely depressed, alcohol is something excellent for resolving these emotions.
Stella was a heavy drinker. However, even someone good at holding their liquor could not stand mixing red wine, white wine, and
beer.
She drank them hurriedly and did not eat anything. The bar owner initially thought he had gotten good business. However, as
Stella drank more and more, the bar owner started to get nervous.
He was worried that she would drink too much and get in trouble.
And so, after she finished her alcohol and wanted more, he did not give her any.
"Miss, you've already had a lot to drink. Why don't you order something to eat? We have a really delicious beef stir-fry."
"I'm not hungry," Stella said as she propped up her head. Her cheeks had turned red, and she looked a little drunk. However, she
still spoke coherently.
"Give me another bottle of alcohol."
"Miss, I noticed that you drove here. Why don't you book a driver to help drive you home? How will you go home if you get drunk
later? Your family will be worried."
"I don't have a family," Stella said hoarsely.
She continued, "My mom's gone, so nobody will wait for me to go home or worry about me anymore."
The bar owner saw that Stella was about his daughter's age. He could not help but counsel her. "Even so, you shouldn't do this
to yourself. Your mother would feel so sad if she knew."
Stella sobbed and did not speak. The bar owner poured her a glass of water. "There’s no hurdle that cannot be overcome in life.
Drink up and get some sleep. Once you wake up, you still need to live your life well."

Stella did not ask for any more alcohol. She slowly drank the glass of water. When the bar owner saw how she seemed to be in
an alright state, he went to serve other customers.
When the store got less busy, he turned to her and saw that she had fallen asleep slouched over the table.
The phone on the table kept ringing, but she did not hear it at all. The bar owner called out to her for a few times, but she did not
wake up. Therefore, he answered the phone for her.
Marshall had already filed a lawsuit for the personality rights case. That night, he reviewed some of the evidence collected
previously and wanted to cross-check them with Stella, so he called her.
However, the person who answered was not Stella but the voice of an unfamiliar middle-aged man.
’Hello?"
Marshall was startled, "Who's this?"
’Oh, the phone belongs to a customer in my bar. She had too much to drink and has fallen asleep here. I couldn't wake her up,
so I helped her answer the phone."
Marshall frowned. "You're saying she's drinking? By herself?"
’Yup. She drove here by herself. Are you her friend? Could you come over and pick her up? I'm about to close the bar in a bit."
"What's your shop address?"
The bar owner quickly told him the address.
Marshall said, "I'll be there right away. Please help me take care of her."
’Alright."
After Marshall hung up, he grabbed his coat and went out.
Ariel was chatting with Aurora downstairs. When she saw Marshall come out of the room, she quickly stopped him. "Marshall,
you're done with work? Aurora has been waiting here for a long time. She was worried you got hungry while working at night, so
she purposefully brought you some minestrone she made herself. Hurry down here and try it."

Aurora stared at Marshall the moment she saw him. Her voice subconsciously turned softer than usual. "I had a chat with Mrs.
Moore this afternoon, and she said you haven't had much of an appetite recently. I recall you used to like eating minestrone, so I
tried making it. It might not be that good, but the taste is alright."
Ariel laughed. 'It's already really good. My skills in my younger days aren't as good."
Marshall walked straight to the doorway. He said while changing his shoes, ’It's alright. You two can eat it. I'm going out to meet a
client.’
Ariel frowned. "You're meeting a client this late at night?"
’One of my cases will be heard in court soon.' Marshall put on his coat and fixed it in front of the mirror. Then, he continued
coolly, "So the details need to be cross-checked again.’
’Can't it be discussed over the phone?" Ariel was evidently unhappy.
She continued, "How long has it been since you recovered from your headaches? The doctor told you to avoid staying up late,
but when did you not work overtime when you're home?"