Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 1508
Lauren gently nudged her husband, “Since when did Keegan have a girlfriend?"
Mark was taken aback upon hearing that, 'Come on. He's a respectable guy who accomplished quite a bit. Having a girlfriend is
completely normal."
“I was actually thinking of setting him up with Kayla," Lauren said.
“What? He's undoubtedly outstanding, but he's been through a divorce. I only have one daughter. I don't want her to marry a
divorced man. Who knows what kind of trouble might arise in the future? Why not just let Wenham's daughter have him."
Lauren hit him in the arms and scolded, "Times are different, honey. Why do you still care about this?"
“Well, I do, and that's that. Don't go meddling and complicating things unnecessarily."
Lauren was displeased, "I was just casually mentioning it, yet look at how you act. You make it seem like I don't care about our
daughter. Only you can do what's best for her!"
Mark quickly reached over and took his wife's hand, whispering, "You know I'm not good with words. Forgive me, darling."
Lauren reluctantly accepted his apology and followed him, chatting with those who came.
After walking a distance with Keegan, Stella released his hand and whispered, "You enjoy yourself. I have some business to
attend to."
Keegan stopped her and said, "What are you up to?"
“I want to see who the people around Ms. Wilson really are," Stella said. Keegan hesitated, "What's your plan?"
Stella leaned in, whispered a few words in his ear, then patted his shoulder, "I'm off." With that, she walked away.
Keegan was worried and called Aldor over, "Keep an eye on her. If there are any slip-ups, cover for her."
"Mrs. Kane has quite the knack for schemes," said Aldor.
Keegan glared at him, "Go."

Aldor closed his mouth and did what he was told.
Kayla chatted with her friends for quite a while. As the banquet began, everyone became engrossed in their own activities. Kayla
did not stay long and went to the balcony near the door to get some fresh air.
The balcony was small, with two glass doors separating it from the banquet hall. A curtain shielded the view between the two
areas.
Without pulling back the curtain, a first-time visitor would not think a 6-foot wide balcony was hidden behind it.
Kayla stood at the balcony's edge with a glass of wine, gazing at the crescent moon in the sky, a sense of loneliness enveloping
her. She raised her glass and tilted it slightly. The red liquid flowed slowly, falling into the darkness.
"That's quite an expensive glass of wine you have there. It's easily a few hundred dollars per glass," A female voice sounded
from behind.
Kayla paused, turned her head, and glanced at the person, "Why are you here? Coming to take credit?"
Stella chuckled softly, "More or less. I need to make an effort with a big client like you, Ms. Wilson." She went straight to the
point, surprising Kayla.
This woman was different from those in the past who wanted to do business with her. They always approached her under the
pretext of making friends, avoiding the topic of purchasing goods at the beginning. They would maintain the guise of friendship
and only gradually reveal their true intentions as they grew closer.