Mr. Kane Got cklisted By Eleven Jewell Chapter 886


    Chapter 886


    “How is she?” the driver asked. The man in the back seat patted Ste’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 hade out from the Sapphire


    Clubhouse and tailed their Land Rover. They drove all the way to a hotel and worked


    together to get Ste out of the car. They then carried her up the building in an


    elevator from the underground parking lot.


    The two put Ste on the bed when they reached the hotel room. The man in ck


    could not help himself from touching her face, but the driver quickly pped 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 ck said, and his eyes were full of lust.


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    “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 ess.’


    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 ss 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 Ste in the


    elevator shed 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


    thepany. 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


    thepany,” Marshall said in disdain.


    Ariel opened her mouth but could not find a goodeback. After a long time, she


    said, “You should at least find a girlfriend.”