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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?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmin 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.
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