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Chapter 899
Felicity glanced at Vermont and asked, "Have you ever seen the ad for pain- free surgical abortions?" "What?"
"There was this girl who was undergoing pain-free surgery, and she asked the doctor if they were going to start, but
the doctor told her that they were done."
"What are you talking about?" Vermont frowned.
"That was how I felt that night," said Felicity, and Vermont froze.
'Are we going to start? We're already done. Not only was it fast, but it felt as though there was nothing.' Vermont
could not believe it and was a little embarrassed. 'This is my manhood we're talking about. Shit. There's no way
that's true, especially not after I laughed at Keegan for the same thing.1
"You were so wasted that day. You probably don't remember how it felt."
Felicity gave Vermont a sideways glance and said, "Even though I have no experience prior to this, I'm sure I
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtshould’ve felt something, right? I mean, the pain I felt after getting a shot lasted for two days. But, I didn't feel a
thing after we had sex. Could it be that there's something wrong with your— " She paused and deliberately glanced
at his lower body to imply something.
Vermont's face turned green. He was quiet for a long time, which made Felicity happy. She then pretended to look
surprised and said, "You didn't know about this? You had so many girlfriends, yet no one told you they didn't feel a
thing? Poor you."
Before Vermont could respond, she continued, "I know. They didn't want to hurt your self-esteem. That's why they
said you were good. At the same time, they wanted to convince themselves that you were good."
As Felicity said that, she hit Vermont on the shoulder and added, "You have to thank me. Otherwise, you would be
kept in the dark all your life, and you wouldn't have known about your dysfunction!"
Vermont gritted his teeth and pushed her hand away. "I'm not thanking you! " He slapped her feet, got up, and left
the room with his phone.
Felicity did not budge from her seat. "Vermont, don't go! It's just a joke. Come on. Being a quick shooter can be a
good thing. It's fast and painless... n
The door slammed shut with a bang after that. Felicity immediately lay on the couch with one leg crossed over her
knee, and her toes were wiggling happily. She picked up her phone and saw that they were giving virtual money
pouches in the work group chat. Felicity immediately clicked on the virtual money pouch and got twenty dollars.
While thinking about grabbing coffee tomorrow with the money she got, she suddenly saw that the virtual money
pouches were sent by the asshole screenwriter.
Felicity scrolled the group chat only to find that the jerk was celebrating the start of production for his script-the one
she had revised. She felt that the money she received was now dirty money. However, before she could return the
money to the screenwriter, the other party sent a text saying, [I'm sooo jealous of those on leave. They get to relax
at home while we have to work our asses off in the middle of the night to make the script better.]
His message made Felicity sick. But, she tried to stay calm because she did not want to start a fight in the company
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgroup chat. Felicity pretended that she did not see the text and asked her colleagues for the screenwriter's PayPal
account. That way, she could give the twenty dollars back. She did not want him to think that she needed the
money.
While she was busy transferring the money over to him, one of her colleagues said in the group chat, [Ask the boss
for a leave if you want. I'm sure he'd give it to you.]
[I can't. There are too many tasks at hand.]
[Just get your assistant to do it.]
[Hah. Forget it. The youngsters these days aren't capable. They have good ideas but poor execution. She'll dig you
a grave before you ask her to do something. I'd rather do everything myself than have an assistant who talks shit
about me in group chats just because she can't accept my criticism.]
Felicity tried her best to hold back, but she could no longer stand him. She texted, [Hey, jerk! You wanna pick a
fight? I recall a bastard begging me to revise the script for him, and when I said I didn't want to, he told me that
he'd give me credit. When I finished, you told me you were not satisfied with my work, but you sold it to a film
group without changing a single thing. When I confronted you about it, you threatened to ruin my friend's name.
And now, you're saying that I'm the one who's incapable?]
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