Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 197

But then again, Stella was just a young girl. How good could her alcohol tolerance be?

After raising a toast to seven or eight tables of guests, she was already a little dizzy.

Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, the people who were well-dressed in their day-to-day lives were toasting the bride with the strongest of liquors at this disgusting wedding scene.

Stella had already drunk too much. If she had continued on, she would have spent her wedding night in the Intensive Care Unit instead of her new home.

“You toasted with all the other tables of guests, so why not us? Come on, aren’t you gonna pay us respect?”

The guests at the table went back and forth, coercing her to raise a toast. However, out of nowhere, someone snatched the glass out of Stella’s grip and splashed it across the face of the person who initiated the coercion.

With an angry expression on his face, the man who snatched the glass chuckled as he mocked, “Why don’t you piss off and look at your own reflection. Do you really think you deserve respect?”

you, every single person at this table.” He wobbly raised his finger at the table. “Looking all dignified and well-dressed while perverted thoughts about the bride are running through your minds. What a

splashed by him was enraged. “Oh, I was wondering who it was. It’s the youngest son of the Lowe family. Weren’t you convicted of aggravated assault? Your brother was quick to bail you out!

corner of Zane’s mouth twitched upwards into a chilling smirk. In a split second, he bolted up, grabbed the man by the collar, and narrowed a fork toward the man’s neck. As if he

with such a threat. His arrogance was gone, and his face went

deadlock of the

hurriedly. He was Carter, Zane’s twin brother, the most outstanding

the same, the twins gave off very different vibes. Zane looked dark and dangerous, while Carter looked more reserved. Carter spoke slowly and gently, like a diligent valedictorian who

a place for you to cause a scene?

his gaze downward to look at the cowardly man that was being held at the end of his utensils. “Sure. Come on, call me daddy and apologize to me,

a lot of rich playboys in Rivera,

a playboy, but he was also

childhood. When he was in elementary school, he killed a kindergarten class rabbit that the

got into an argument with someone while playing basketball. He promptly pushed the person down the stairs during self-study class that evening, and the

ridiculous episodes. Since his family would always take