Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 1794
Stella halted and turned around with a smile. "Where to? Galaxy Avenue, Century Mall, or Briller Plaza? Which mall would you
like to go to, Mr. Kane? Are we driving there, or are we taking a cab? If you prefer a cab, I can arrange it right away."
The immediate switch in her demeanor left Keegan speechless.
Her flattering tone was usually the type he detested. Yet, when Stella spoke like this, he not only didn't mind but even felt a
peculiar sense of pleasure. He found it adorable.
Keegan pressed his fist against his lips, coughed lightly, and averted his gaze. "Let's drive. You choose the place."
"Then, let's go to Briller Plaza. They offer goods with a better value for money there."
"Sure."
Stella made an inviting gesture. "Mr. Kane, come upstairs. I'll help you change."
Keegan scowled and asked, "Is one million dollars not enough? How come you want to take advantage of me?"
Stella's remark was a playful tease, not meant to be taken seriously. However, Keegan's response caught Stella off guard.
Suddenly, her words seemed incredibly suggestive. Her ears turned slightly red, but she remained composed.
Clearing her throat, she said, "Mr. Kane, it would be my privilege to admire your divine appearance and extraordinary stature.
We've got to seize every opportunity we got.” 1
Keegan squinted his eyes and said, "Is that what they teach in your prenatal classes?"
"It's a bad idea to turn down a good deal," said Stella.
Keegan didn't know if he was irritated or amused by her words. He shot her a glare and went upstairs to change.
The news of Stella moving into Keegan's house quickly spread within their social circles. Despite the public claim of helping
Keegan recover his memory, others perceived it as preparation fortheir impending marriage.
Wenham cherished his daughter dearly. If he hadn't been sure about Keegan as a son-in-law, he wouldn't have allowed his
daughter to move in. However, with Stella's previous association with Marshall creating a buzz, the Moores did not know what to

think.
Group chats started buzzing with messages.
"Mr. Moore, are you dating a celebrity?" A new assistant, curious while delivering documents, asked Marshall.
He looked at them with a gentle gaze and said, "We're just friends."
The assistant felt somewhat disappointed. "I thought you were together. Don't you like her?"
Marshall paused and lowered his eyes. "I do," he whispered.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Marshall was annoyed to see Ariel telling him about another blind date she had set up for him.
Just then, Kayla texted him. [Mr. Moore, I have a question. What should my friend do if her book is plagiarized?]
Marshall thought about it and replied, [Ms. Wilson, can we meet in person to discuss this matter? I have something else I'd like
your help with.]
Kayla was surprised but agreed. [Sure.]
They arranged to meet at a nearby restaurant near Marshall's law firm.
Kayla arrived first but didn't order any food. She sat by the window and waited for him.
It was midwinter and freezing cold. The snowfall wasn't heavy, and the snowflakes melted upon landing, leaving muddy puddles
on the ground.