Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted (Stella and Keegan) novel Chapter 1663

The car had already driven far away before Stella could react.

Just as she was about to chase the vehicle, Aldor pulled up. He leaned out of the window and said, “Get in, Mrs. Kane.”

While trembling, Stella entered the car and stared ahead. In a hoarse voice, she said, “Quick! Follow that car!”

Aldor was puzzled. “What car?”

“That white one! Hurry!” Stella urged in an agitated state. “I-I saw Keegan!”

Aldor was taken aback. He hastily started the car without asking for more details.

Since some time had passed, Aldor failed to catch sight of the vehicle. He followed Stella’s instructions and went down two streets only to encounter a red light. By the time the light turned green, the white sedan had disappeared without a trace. Aldor was unsure of where to go next.

He looked at Stella and asked, “Mrs. Kane, are you sure you saw Mr. Kane?”

“I wouldn’t make a mistake like this,” Stella insisted. “It was him. I saw his eyes!

Check the surveillance and find the license plate of that car. Once we identify the car, we can locate him!”

Aldor promptly contacted Carter to use his connections for the investigation.

However, the feedback was that no white car had been captured on surveillance before Aldor’s arrival.

“That’s impossible! I saw him! Tell Carter to send me the surveillance footage!”

“Official footage is strictly limited to viewing, Mrs. Kane. We’re not permitted to create copies of the footage. Mr.

Lowe has no reason to lie to you. Perhaps you’re exhausted. Why don’t you rest for a bit?”

The driver parked the car as instructed. Stella got out of the vehicle after she paid the fare.

There was a small pub not far ahead.

Stella had been there once during the time Bella provoked her when she was selling a bag. In addition to dealing with the troublesome matters involving the Jewell family, she got thoroughly drunk. In the end, Keegan had come to pick her upStella stood at the entrance of the pub and pushed the door open.

Although she had not been there for a while, she noticed that the pub remained unchanged. Even the Christmas decorations from the previous year were still in place, and they had the same bartender.

Stella took her usual seat at the corner of the bar. The bartender politely asked, “What would you like to drink, Miss? n “Just make me something good,” Stella replied.

The bartender made her their signature cocktail.

Then, Stella took a sip. The alcohol was not strong. The drink had a faint sweetness to it and a hint of lychee.