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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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwaiter 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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdidn'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
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