Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted By Eleven Jewell Chapter 197

Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted By Eleven Jewell Chapter 197

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?”

“And, the rest of 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 bunch of savages!”

His words insulted the entire table of guests, and the man who was 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! Thank God you were born into a decent

family. No matter how much trouble you got yourself into, your family will always clean up the mess, while you can be a useless piece of trash!”

The 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 was discussing with the man, Zane said, “I haven’t tried manslaughter. What do you say I try it on you? Let’s see if they would clean this up for me too.”

The man had obviously never dealt with such a threat. His arrogance was gone, and his face went pale with fear.

A voice broke the deadlock of the situation. “Zane, let go of him!”

Stella turned around to see a man, who looked exactly like Zane, approaching them hurriedly. He was Carter, Zane’s twin brother, the most outstanding descendant of the Lowe family, who was also the established heir of Lowe’s Corporate.

Although they looked exactly 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 the grown-ups had high hopes for.

“Is this a place for you to cause a scene? Let go and apologize now!”

“Apologize?” Zane slowly turned 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, then I’ll let you go.”

There were a lot of rich playboys in Rivera, but nobody was as reckless as Zane.

Not only was he a playboy, but he was also a madman.

Zane had been a loner since his childhood. When he was in elementary school, he killed a kindergarten class rabbit that the children were supposed to study. He stuffed the disemboweled rabbit into the schoolbag of a little girl.

In high school, he 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 person suffered serious injuries.

All these years, from extreme sports and drag racing to physical fights, Zane kept having all sorts of ridiculous episodes. Since his family would always take care of the consequences, he was reckless enough to do anything.

Even if he were to kill someone, nobody in Rivera would be surprised.

The fork had already penetrated the cowardly man’s skin, and he yelped in pain. He was fearful that Zane would give the fork a push, and his life would come to an end right there and then.

He was not going to risk his life over his dignity.

So, the man surrendered and immediately addressed Zane, “Dad..”

Carter looked livid. “Are you done messing around?”

Zane glanced at Carter, released the man’s collar, and threw the fork into a wine glass.

“Buzzkill,” mumbled Zane, and he swaggered away.

No matter what other people said about Zane, Stella was still grateful for his help that day.

She never expected someone as unruly and arrogant as him to pass away last year from drowning.