Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 490
The morning the next day, Stella had woken up early. She meticulously prepared herself. Even though she had divorced Keegan,
in the aspect of vigor, she did not want to lose to them, especially when meeting with Dahlia.
She rushed to Proper Road at ten forty, sat in the car across the road, and waited. At precisely ten o'clock, a white BMW stopped
in front of the entrance of the coffee shop. Then, a chauffeur came down from the car and went around to the backseat to open
the door.
After that, Dahlia came down from the car. She had kept herself neat and elegant as usual. A white vintage tweed jacket was on
her upper body, while a black velvet skirt was on the lower half. Her hair was curled and tidied exquisitely. On her right hand was
a black alligator skin Chanel bag. She wore an emerald ring the size of a pigeon's egg on her left index finger. Dahlia held her
chin slightly high and slowly moved toward the coffeehouse.
But, when she arrived at the coffee shop, she did not see Stella. She furrowed her eyebrows, and the waiter led her to her seat.
Dahlia gave a disdained glance at the chair and muttered something quietly that only god would know.
The waiter quickly brought a tissue and wiped the chair.
Stella watched everything in the shop opposite her with an indifferent expression. If it was not for Dahlia wanting to meet her,
Stella was afraid that a pampered person such as Dahlia would not have appeared on this street. Walking one more step in this
common man's place would have dirtied her classy shoes.
Stella was not in a hurry to get out of the car. She waited for the right time while watching Dahlia from the opposite side. Only
when she saw Dahlia had grown impatient from waiting did Stella get out of her car slowly.
When she reached the shop, Dahlia glared at her coldly and nonchalantly said, "You're late."
Stella pulled out a chair and sat down. "Madam Dahlia, don’t be so picky. It's good enough that I came."
Dahlia scrunched her brows. "Is this the attitude you'll be using to talk to me?"
Stella replied with a, "Heh." She then continued, "You Kane family members take yourselves quite seriously. Who do you think
you are? The national heroine? Or, the first lady of the country? What attitude do I need to use when I'm facing you?"
Dahlia's face fell. "You really are an uncultured creature!"

"My mother died, so it's normal I'm uncultured. You're alive, yet I don't see Aurora being cultured anywhere." Stella glanced at
her. "A daughter taught by a living person such as you isn't even comparable to a dead person like my mother."
The underlying meaning was that Dahlia was no better than she was now if she was dead. Dahlia's expression turned ugly.
Stella had married into the Kane family for many years, but since when had she ever dared to speak to Dahlia that way?
She had entered the coffee shop for not more than three minutes, yet for every sentence that Dahlia said, Stella would spat out
ten more. Dahlia was about to blow her top off.
'Has Stella gone insane from the divorce? Did it cause her to speak without considering the consequences?' Dahlia thought.
Remembering her purpose today, Dahlia temporarily swallowed her anger and said thoughtfully, "I didn't come here today to
argue with you. I came here for just two things. The first is for you to go to the hospital and apologize to Aurora. The second is to
hand over the emerald thumb ring that the old lady gave you. Don't think of swiping away the Kane family items after your
divorce."
Stella's expression dimmed slightly. The emerald thumb ring was simply gifted to her by Cordelia when they served tea to
Cordelia during Keegan and her wedding.
Stella was quite adept with jewelry and emeralds. Although the thumb ring was made of white nephrite, its grading was not very
good. However, it was a vintage piece and was a plaything that Cordelia constantly toyed with. In terms of value, it was not really
valuable. It might not even be more expensive than the bracelet she gifted Dahlia during the jewelry convention.
Sometimes, she would put it on her hand to fiddle with it, but her fingers were too thin. It was slightly loose when she wore it, and
she was worried it would break. So, she did not wear it frequently. She would have forgotten about the item if Dahlia had not
mentioned it.
The last time she fiddled with it in the car, she had thrown it into the car's glove compartment. She had not touched it in a long
time. Once Dahlia knew that she and Keegan were divorced, Dahlia came to demand the plaything instantly, which was quite
odd.
But, when she arrived at the coffee shop