Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Stella felt a pang of guilt and replied, "I didn’t mean to blame you. I was just asking."

Keegan responded, "The tone of your question was really hurtful. Even now, I still feel uncomfortable reading those words."

Stella was rendered speechless.

Keegan wasn't just sharp in learning, but also good with words. However, he seemed to have forgotten who his opponent was.

Feeling deeply sorry, Stella said, "What should we do? It's been over two minutes, so I can't take it back. Why don't you just delete me? Then, you won't have to see those words and feel bad."

There was silence from Keegan for a while, perhaps taken aback by her suggestion.

Stella asked, "Are you going to delete me?" NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Keegan was quiet.

Stella pleaded, "Please, delete me. I don't want you to be upset!"

They exchanged several messages until Keegan finally couldn't bear it and said, "Honey, I was wrong."

Stella replied, "You were just trying to show affection. What's wrong with that? It's me who's wrong, making a fuss over nothing."

Keegan fell silent. After a while, he sent a bunch of pictures of bags, saying, "Honey, pick one."

Stella was "indignant" and asked, "What do you mean? Do you think I want a bag?"

Keegan replied, "Buy them all."

Stella couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Alright, I'm just teasing you. Why buy anything? When you complete the restructuring of the company, your income won't be as high as it is now. We still have to raise children, so save some money and don't spend recklessly."

Keegan had more than just the Vinci Rivera Group's business. Even if the income from the Vinci Rivera Group decreased in the future, he wouldn't earn less money, but he still admired Stella's planning for their little family.

"They are what they are, and you are you. I haven’t reached the point where I need to sacrifice my wife, and besides, I've seen you browsing these bags for a long time when you're in bed at night. I know you really like them, so I want to give them to you."

Stella smiled as she read the message and said, "Then I'll take the third one, I don't like the others."

She wasn't particularly enthusiastic about bags. Before, there were occasions when she needed these luxury items to show her status, and of course, there were also reasons why she wanted to use these things to silence those who talked too much. Now, she wanted to buy them because there were many people in the fashion circle dealing with the fragrance industry, and if they didn't know each other well, they would definitely judge each other based on appearance. If the appearance matched, many things would naturally fall into place, so the money had to be spent where it was needed.

As soon as she finished replying, there was a knock on the office door.

She turned off her phone and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Wren Adkin stood there with a file, looking nervous.“ Ms. Hall, there’s a document that needs your signature."

Stella nodded. "Come in."

Wren walked over and handed the file to Stella, who took it and began to look through it.

The office was quiet, with only the sound of paper rustling.

Wren sneakily glanced at Stella, and when she saw her about to look up, she quickly lowered her head.

There were several places to sign, and as Stella wrote, she asked, "Isn't it usually your manager who brings it over? Why is it you today?"

In a low voice, Wren said, "The manager’s daughter had some trouble at school, so he went to deal with it. He asked me to bring it over for him."

Stella didn’t say anything more.

Wren felt for the card in her pocket, gathered her courage, and took it out, placing it on Stella's desk.

Stella was stunned and looked up at her. "What is this?'