Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted (Stella and Keegan) novel Chapter 1554

Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted Chapter 1554[Eleven Jewell]

Back then, Keegan’s memory was a blur after a few too many drinks. He could not recall what had happened. When he

saw Stella in tears, he had no choice but to take her words at face value.

Keegan was not one to offer apologies to smooth things over. Instead, he sent Aldor a snapshot of the Clivia and asked

for his assistance in procuring a replacement that matched as closely as possible.

“Didn’t you try transplanting it?” Aldor asked.

Keegan replied, “I think I might’ve stepped on it. It didn’t look salvageable.”

His words left Aldor at a loss for words. Aldor distinctly remembered that it was Stella who accidentally knocked over the

plant. ‘Since when did it become Mr. Kane’s doing?’

At that moment, he could not help but think that his boss was a little gullible. Keegan seemed to believe everything Stella

told him.

As Keegan reflected on bringing back the new plant, he recalled gauging Stella’s reaction and noticing that she did not

seem entirely pleased. So, in a misguided attempt to make amends, he even gifted her a bag. Now that he thought about

it, he was furious with himself.

Keegan ground his teeth and asked, “Was that potted flower really a birthday gift from Madam Spade?”

Stella responded meekly, “I got it for a couple hundred bucks online.”

Keegan’s anger increased. “Is there anything else you’ve kept from me?”

Stella softly admitted, “Actually, my dad didn’t paint you in such a bad light. He said you’re handsome, reliable, and

capable. He praised you for being the CEO of a company at such a young age. Not to mention your remarkable work in

stirring the pot..”

Aldor remained quiet. ‘Damn. He let himself be swayed again by a few sweet words.’

Stella recalled Aldor’s recent suggestion and suddenly had an epiphany. “I think I’ve figured out how to handle Chris.”

“What do you have in mind?” Keegan inquired.

Stella planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’ll fill you in over dinner.”

In apartment 902 at Clouditude International, Felicity stood before the bathroom mirror, assessing herself.

‘Is it really that obvious I’m not wearing a bra beneath this pajama top? This feels a tad too daring of me.’ She picked up

her bra and intended to put it on when a knock came at the bathroom door.

“Miss Bandit, are you done in there?”