Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted By Eleven Jewell Chapter 886

Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted By Eleven Jewell Chapter 886

Chapter 886

“How is she?” the driver asked. The man in the back seat patted Stella’s face and

whispered, “She’s out.”

The driver tugged at his clothes and said, ‘Fuck. That was close. She was being so

cautious. We nearly lost her. Call Mr. Brown and tell him that it’s done.”

Neither of the men noticed that a Chevrolet had come out from the Sapphire

Clubhouse and tailed their Land Rover. They drove all the way to a hotel and worked

together to get Stella out of the car. They then carried her up the building in an

elevator from the underground parking lot.

The two put Stella on the bed when they reached the hotel room. The man in black

could not help himself from touching her face, but the driver quickly slapped his hand

away. “Mr. Brown said that no one is allowed to touch her. Do you have a death

wish?”

“I’m just taking a good look at her. I’ve never fooled around with such an iconic woman

before,” the man in black said, and his eyes were full of lust.

“Women are going to line up just to be with you after Mr. Brown is satisfied with this

job,” said the driver as he rearranged the bed and urged the other guy to leave.

The person in the Chevrolet watched the men drive away before making a call. “Hey,

sis. She’s in Redford Hotel on 7th Avenue. Send someone to give me access.’

Marshall returned home after leaving the Sapphire Clubhouse. He had just finished

taking a shower when the nanny knocked on the door. He downed a glass of water

and answered it. “What is it?”

“Someone sent this over and asked me to give it to you, sir.” Marshall looked down

and saw that it was a room card for Redford Hotel. He frowned, threw the card into the

trash, and closed the door.

After a while, he received a text message. Marshall finished printing his documents

before looking at his phone. It was Mr. Brown. [I hope you like this little gift I got you.]

Marshall snorted slightly. Suddenly, the image of Mr. Brown staring at Stella in the

elevator flashed across his mind. ‘That room card… Could it be..?’ Marshall pursed his

lips, grabbed the room card from the trash, quickly changed his clothes, and went out

the door.

Ariel was making soup in the kitchen when she saw him. “Are you going out again at

this time of the night?” she asked.

“Yeah. Something came up,” said Marshall as he slipped on his shoes.

“It’s the middle of the night. I think you should listen to your grandpa. Just go back to

the company. You won’t have to take on so much work, and he can finally retire in

peace.” Ariel could not help but feel distressed thinking about the injury on his head.

“Is he ready for retirement? I mean, he hasn’t even thought about it when I was still in

the company,” Marshall said in disdain.

Ariel opened her mouth but could not find a good comeback. After a long time, she

said, “You should at least find a girlfriend.”