Chapter 896
Marshall pursed his lips and pulled the corner of the sheet to look at the woman underneath it. His face turned
gloomy when he saw who it was. He let go of the sheet blankly, turned around, and left the room.
Marshall tried to contact Stella, but she did not pick up. He then pursed his lips and dialed Felicity's number. Felicity
sat on the couch and yawned, but the people around her did not leave. Suddenly, her phone rang. Before she could
answer the call, Vermont quickly glanced over at the caller ID and froze. [Handsome Bentley Guy]
"Hello?"
"Ms. Thompson, hi. I'm sorry to disturb you, but is Stella home? I want to discuss something with her, but she's not
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpicking up her phone."
"Stella is out right now. I'm guessing that the party isn't over yet. She told me that she was going to let loose and
have fun tonight."
Marshall frowned at the sound of that. "Can you try to contact her? It's dangerous to be out this late."
"Huh? Okay. I'll update you later if I get ahold of her."
"Thank you."
"Who was that?" Vermont asked after Felicity hung up the phone. She ignored him and called Stella instead.
However, no one answered the first or second call. Felicity continued to dial her number seven to eight times
before someone finally picked up.
Felicity sighed in relief and complained, "Stella, why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Is the party not
over yet?"
Complete silence came from the other end of the phone. After a few seconds, Keegan's deep voice sounded, "She's
not going home tonight."
Felicity was petrified. "Y-Y-You..." She stuttered for a long time before she said, "Where's Stella?" Keegan hung up
the phone after that.
Felicity was shocked. She redialed the number, but it went straight to voicemail. "Ah! I'm hungry. Are you hungry?"
Vermont turned to Felicity and asked.
She looked at him sideways and said, "Don't expect me to cook you another meal."
Vermont did not know what to say. "Why haven't you gone to the company these past two days?" he asked.
Felicity was texting Marshall as she replied, "It's a wrap. The crew has been put on leave."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"How long is this leave?"
"Two months."
"You're getting little money as an assistant screenwriter, and the company put you on leave for two months??? Do
they expect you to starve yourself? Could it be that they actually want to lay you off?"
Felicity got worried once Vermont said that. Although she was an assistant screenwriter, she had to do more than
just polishing the scripts. She even ran errands for her department. She believed that her position was secure since
she was needed in the crew, but something had happened recently.
In the spring of this year, Felicity found that some parts of the script she edited did not make much sense. She also
thought that some of the scenes were mentally degrading.