Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 886
"How is she?" the driver asked. The man in the back seat patted Stella's face and whispered, "She's out."
The driver tugged at his clothes and said, 'Fuck. That was close. She was being so cautious. We nearly lost her. Call Mr. Brown
and tell him that it's done.”
Neither of the men noticed that a Chevrolet had come out from the Sapphire Clubhouse and tailed their Land Rover. They drove
all the way to a hotel and worked together to get Stella out of the car. They then carried her up the building in an elevator from
the underground parking lot.
The two put Stella on the bed when they reached the hotel room. The man in black could not help himself from touching her
face, but the driver quickly slapped his hand away. "Mr. Brown said that no one is allowed to touch her. Do you have a death
wish?"
"I'm just taking a good look at her. I've never fooled around with such an iconic woman before," the man in black said, and his
eyes were full of lust.
"Women are going to line up just to be with you after Mr. Brown is satisfied with this job," said the driver as he rearranged the
bed and urged the other guy to leave.
The person in the Chevrolet watched the men drive away before making a call. "Hey, sis. She's in Redford Hotel on 7th Avenue.
Send someone to give me access.’
Marshall returned home after leaving the Sapphire Clubhouse. He had just finished taking a shower when the nanny knocked on
the door. He downed a glass of water and answered it. "What is it?"
"Someone sent this over and asked me to give it to you, sir." Marshall looked down and saw that it was a room card for Redford
Hotel. He frowned, threw the card into the trash, and closed the door.
After a while, he received a text message. Marshall finished printing his documents before looking at his phone. It was Mr.
Brown. [I hope you like this little gift I got you.]
Marshall snorted slightly. Suddenly, the image of Mr. Brown staring at Stella in the elevator flashed across his mind. 'That room
card... Could it be..?' Marshall pursed his lips, grabbed the room card from the trash, quickly changed his clothes, and went out
the door.

Ariel was making soup in the kitchen when she saw him. "Are you going out again at this time of the night?” she asked.
"Yeah. Something came up," said Marshall as he slipped on his shoes.
"It's the middle of the night. I think you should listen to your grandpa. Just go back to the company. You won't have to take on so
much work, and he can finally retire in peace." Ariel could not help but feel distressed thinking about the injury on his head.
"Is he ready for retirement? I mean, he hasn't even thought about it when I was still in the company," Marshall said in disdain.
Ariel opened her mouth but could not find a good comeback. After a long time, she said, "You should at least find a girlfriend."
"I am," Marshall said before heading out the door.
"What's wrong, Keegan? Are you alright?" Jaylene asked in concern as she supported the man.
Keegan was in a daze. He vaguely recognized that it was Jaylene and said in a hoarse voice, "Your phone. Borrow me your
phone." His hot breath blew on her face, and her ears turned red. In a panic, Jaylene handed him her phone.
Keegan tried to dial a number, but he kept pressing the wrong numbers. His vision was blurred, and he could not see well. He
closed his eyes and gathered his strength to say, "Call the police."
"Huh?" Jaylene did not look like she heard him clearly. "Come again?"
Keegan was unconscious at that point. His neck was red from the drugs in his body. Jaylene called out to him for a long time, but
he did not respond. So, she asked someone to carry him to the room upstairs.