Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted (Stella and Keegan) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

The stoic–looking man dressed in a suit pushed his way into the bar, looking out of place compared to the rest of the guests in the tavern. His outfit seemed more likely to appear in high–end places where gentries gather, rather than their bar. But, of course, who would know what the rich were thinking. Maybe they just wanted to have a little taste of the city–style tavern.

The bartender put on his classic smile and greeted, “Welcome to…”

Stella tapped her glass with dissatisfaction, as she said, “Who are you welcoming? You haven’t poured me my glass of wine! Hurry up!”

The bartender had no choice but to patiently coax the alcoholic. “Miss, there is no wine anymore. We are closing soon.”

“Liar! Why don’t I have wine when the rest do?”

The alcoholic was not easy to fool, and the bartender had an idea when he saw the owner of the Bugatti coming over. “We are really out of wine. This gentleman over here had bought all the wine. Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”

Stella frowned and turned around with shaky motions. She could vaguely see a well–dressed figure swaying in front of her. She propped herself up on the table and staggered to get on her feet. She grabbed the person’s collar, poked his chin, and asked, “So, you were the one who bought off all the wine?”

Her cheeks blushed, her appearance was disheveled, and she reeked of alcohol. There was no semblance of her usual self. Keegan furrowed his brows and pushed her finger that was poking his chin.

“Say something! Are you the one who bought all the wine?” Stella took it seriously when the bartender stonewalled her. She grabbed onto Keegan and looked as though she was going to argue with him. “I was here before you. Who gave you the right to buy all the wine? Don’t you know first come first served?”

The bartender’s heart was in his mouth. Afraid that Keegan would get angry, he hurriedly explained, “Sir, please ignore her. This lady is drunk.”

“You’re the one who’s drunk,” Stella turned her head, glaring at him. “You money–grubber. Did you sell him the alcohol since he paid more?”

The bartender was really afraid that Stella would offend the man, seeing that she had already pulled the man’s clothes out of shape. He compromised, “Could you let go, miss? I’ll give you a bottle for free?”