Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted (Stella and Keegan) novel Chapter 1818

Chapter 1818

“I’ll just change it.

The young man continued reluctantly, “Fine, you win today. Well play again tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll beat you.”

“Just change it already.”

The teenager stopped responding for a while. Then, Keegan saw that “HusbandOfStella” had changed its ID to “

CurrentHusbandOfStella”.

Keegan’s eyebrows twitched, “Are you being serious right now?”

The teenager said innocently, “You told me to change my ID, but you didn’t specify to what.”

Keegan pulled a stern face and remained silent.

The teenager laughed and said, Bro, you’re already so old, yet you’re still so obsessed with your idol. It’s just my game ID. Are you really that jealous?”

After hearing the word “jealous,” Keegan suddenly realized the strange things he had been doing that night. Instead of answering his question, he asked, “What do I have to do to make you change it?”

The teenager smirked, “Play another round with me. If you win, you can decide on what my next game ID will be.”

Coincidentally, Stella had just come out of the bathroom.

Keegan hastily replied with a “tomorrow” and then switched off his phone.

After Stella dried her hair, she sat on the bed and combed it. Seeing her lit phone, she picked it up and intended to exit the game. Suddenly, she noticed that the player” HusbandOfStella” had deleted her as a friend.

Stella was speechless.

‘Didn’t he say he would carry me in the game? Men are all the same. They’re all liars!’ She thought to herself.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All Books Updates…

After exiting the game, Stella charged her phone and slept under the blanket.

“Stella…”

He suddenly called out and froze.

However, Stella seemed to have heard it and responded softly. Then, she snuggled closer to him, muttering, “Why did you work until so late again? Do you think you’re still young…”

Keegan felt a lump in his throat, and his eyes suddenly became warm.

***

In Mystonia, Trevor waited in the cafe where he and the other party agreed to meet.

Twenty minutes past the scheduled time, but he could not see the other person anywhere.

He held his phone and was about to dial that number. Then, he saw someone entering the cafe.

That woman looked like she was a Hustuabourgian. She was in her fifties, dressed in simple clothing, with a somewhat pallid complexion.

Upon entering, she looked around and spoke to a waiter with her not-so-fluent Yostrainian.