Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

The man stayed quiet until he finished his cigarette.
Then Darcie spoke up again, “If you hadn't let such a big threat hang over us, Jaylene and I wouldn't be in this tough spot.” Of
course, by "threat," she meant Stella.
Bringing this up made the man's face darken subtly.
He only found out about the fact that the baby girl hadn't died shortly before Stella was recognized by the Saun family.
Back then, the woman had shown him a dead baby, claiming it was Freesia's.
It turned out the baby wasn't the Saun family heiress; she had taken a dead infant from elsewhere and falsely claimed it was
Freesia's.
He hadn't seen his own daughter being born, but he had seen the baby who would soon replace his daughter in life.
He had felt deeply guilty at the time, so much so that he didn't dare to look too much, thinking that once death was confirmed, his
purpose was achieved.
But he never expected that one of the people he bribed would have a soft heart.
If Stella hadn't died, the Saun and the Hall families would have definitely investigated what had happened in the delivery room
back then.
Luckily, Darcie left no traces.
Those involved either died or escaped, and no matter how thorough their investigation, they wouldn't uncover the truth of what
happened back then.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked softly.
“Nothing,” Darcie said casually, “Stella isn't that naive.
Don't do anything to make her suspicious.
Just like her mother, her fatal flaw is ‘justice.' Keep a low profile for now.” After pausing for a moment, she added, “If you don't
hear from me in the future, don't show up on your own.

There are eyes everywhere in the company.
Any mistake will affect our whole family!” At the mention of "our whole family," the man was startled, a glimmer of hope flickering
in his eyes.
He said softly, “How does Wenham treat you? Is he good to you?” Darcie paused at his words, then pursed her lips and looked
at him.
“You know why I married him.
Whether he treats me well or not has never influenced my decisions.
Neither have you.” Even if it did once, it was erased by Wenham's unwavering affection for Freesia over the years.
She even felt somewhat grateful now for Wenham's deep affection for Freesia, as it always made him feel indebted to Darcie,
prompting him to compensate her.
Otherwise, if she had been deeply in love, she wouldn't have known how things would have turned out.
After watching him leave, Darcie picked up the cigarette butt from the ground with a tissue and then returned to the office,
burning everything in the trash can.
Stella and Keegan bumped into each other near the botanical garden.
When Aldor got out of the car to open the door for her, she noticed that he was sweating profusely.
Getting into the car, she couldn't help but ask, "Aldor, are you hot?" Aldor shook his head.
"No, not hot." "You're sweating a lot." Aldor chuckled dryly, glanced at Keegan in the rearview mirror, and coughed lightly, “Maybe
it's stuffy in the car.” "Ts it?" Stella looked at Keegan, "Are you feeling stuffy?" Keegan remained calm.
"No, not stuffy.
Maybe he's feeling weak." Aldor was speechless.