Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 592
Jaylene belonged to a specific group of beauties that required very light makeup. They were superior in terms of charisma. One
could feel the nobility oozing from her bones when she stood there, even though she was not moving.
Aurora remembered the words Dahlia had told her and took the initiative to strike up a conversation. "Jaylene."
Jaylene turned around and saw Aurora bringing a group of her female friends. The corner of Jaylene's lips pulled into a light
smile, "Aurora, long time no see."
"Jaylene, is your health still fine?" Aurora asked in a low tone. "About the incident last time, I am truly sorry."
Jaylene paused for a moment and thought for a while. It was most likely that Keegan had scolded her again when they went
home. She smiled gently and said, "Keegan has already apologized on your behalf, and you didn't do it on purpose."
Aurora was shocked. 'My brother actually spoke on my behalf?' Aurora thought.
Immediately her fondness for Jaylene doubled. Just based on this single point, she was more likable than that nasty bitch, Stella.
Thinking that this person might be her future sister-in-law, Aurora could not help but warm up to her. "Jaylene, the dress on you
is truly gorgeous. Which store is it from?"
"You’re talking about this?" Jaylene's lips twitched upwards slightly. "I designed this myself."
Aurora had a surprised look on her face and praised her. "You have such clever hands, and it suits your style really well. It
looked like it was tailored and made by a branded outlet."
Once Aurora spoke, the other female friends, too, followed up with compliments. After all, she was the Saun family heiress.
Although she had just returned from overseas, she would be in the same social circle in the future. Hence, they had to give her
the proper respect.
Jaylene was used to these occasions when she was overseas. Hence, she was able to handle these socialites with ease. She
spoke appropriately, which neither intimated nor alienated them. Jaylene had the mannerism of an heiress born of nobility, yet
constantly upheld the modesty required from a socialite.
At the same time, Keegan was already waiting downstairs for Stella for up to an hour. He furrowed his brows and glanced at the
time. He took his phone and wanted to make a call.

Vermont stopped him and said, "If you don't even have that bit of patience, how can you pursue your ex-wife?"
"She made me come here and fetch her at five. It's six o'clock now! Don't I have enough patience?" Keegan retorted.
"It's only been an hour. Did you forget that time when you used to get stumped while doing business, and you were ignored by
others for days? If you can have so much patience when you're doing business, why do you have no patience when waiting for
your ex-wife?" Vermont explained.
Vermont leaned onto the hood of the car. He raised his eyelids and said," For something that wouldn't be with you for the rest of
your life, you would be willing to wait for it. What's the problem with waiting a few hours for someone who will be with you for the
rest of your life? Besides, you should be glad that she would doll up for you. She would be too lazy to do her makeup if she didn't
care about you."
Keegan emphasized to Vermont, "She is dressing up for the birthday banquet!”
When facing Keegan, she was too lazy to even tear off her facial mask.
"When she looks beautiful, it helps uphold your dignity. Think about it, once she arrives at the scene, others will be able to see
that your ex-wife is beautiful with just a glance. Then, who would still dare to stuff any Tom, Dick, and Harry to you? At the same
time, you can reject them. Maybe your ex-wife is dressing up with these intentions in mind."
Keegan was persuaded by his nonsense. When he thought about it, he actually felt that it made some sense. Thinking that Stella
was doing this to provoke others so that others would not dare to push other women into his arms, he immediately felt that
waiting for another moment was nothing compared to that.
At approximately ten past six, Stella finally walked out of the apartment. Her hair was set to the back of her head. Her makeup
was delicate, and she wore a purple taro-colored dress that reached her ankles. Both her sleeves had a partially see-through
design and had ruffles attached. A high slit was also on the side of the skirt. When she moved, her bright thighs would flicker in
and out. The two words elegance and sexy could actually be found on her at the same time.
As she walked over, the bystanders surrounding them gave sidelong glances respectively.