Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 2054
Jaylene frowned upon receiving the call about the flowers. She stated, "I didn't order any flowers."
"The flowers were ordered by a gentleman with the last four digits 8286 on his phone. He insisted that you collect them. Could
you come down, please?" the caller replied.
'8286? Isn't that Keegan's number?' Jaylene thought, a hint of surprise in her mind. She quickly stood and said, "Give me a
minute. I'll be right down."
Downstairs, a delivery guy stood at the reception with a large bouquet of roses. People coming in and out could not help but
glance at it, whispering and speculating among themselves. Flowers delivered to the office were common in dramas but rare in
reality, sparking curiosity about the recipient.
When the elevator doors opened, Jaylene approached gracefully. After confirming her identity, the delivery guy had her sign for
the flowers before handing them over.
Holding the bouquet and blushing, Jaylene asked, "Excuse me, did the gentleman who ordered these flowers say anything
else?"
The delivery guy shook his head, then added, "He asked the florist to include a card, it's tucked inside the bouquet.’
Jaylene found a beautifully wrapped card inside the flowers.
The receptionist, unable to contain her curiosity, asked, ’Ms. Saun, are these from your boyfriend?"
Flushing, Jaylene tucked the card back into the bouquet, murmuring, "No, just a friend."
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The receptionist understood and said, "Ah, so it's from an admirer."
Jaylene offered a small smile without denying it and went back upstairs with the flowers. She encountered many colleagues
along the way. Soon, the news of her receiving flowers from an admirer spread like wildfire among her colleagues.
Jaylene chose not to correct the growing rumors. Although the message on the card was congratulatory on her new job and
wished her well, it was from Keegan. Jaylene was eager to stir jealousy in Stella, hoping to provoke a reaction that would turn
Keegan against Stella.
Back in her office, Jaylene snapped a photo of the roses and texted Keegan: [Keegan, thank you for the flowers. I really like
them.]
Keegan had muted Jaylene's messages, and it was not until lunch, as he was about to ask Stella if she had eaten well, that he
saw Jaylene's message.
The photo of the flowers baffled Keegan, prompting him to contact Stella urgently: (Did you send her flowers in my name?]
Stella, having just loaded her tray in the cafeteria and sat down, responded cheerfully upon seeing Keegan's message: [I only
used your phone number to order the flowers. I didn't put your name on the card. How she interprets it is up to her.]
Keegan, frustrated, replied: [Is it proper to use your husband as bait?]
Stella reassured Keegan: [I'll wear those costumes every night this week. Whatever you want, I'll do it to make you happy, okay?]
Keegan's brief moment of happiness quickly faded, his expression darkening again. He typed: [With the situation as it is, what
can I do? Always with the promises!]

Stella chuckled softly and typed: [I'm the one who ordered the flowers, why are you so upset?]
Keegan asked: [She sent a message thanking me. How am I supposed to respond?]
Stella replied: [You managed to bewitch her by pretending to have amnesia before. Why can't you do that now?]
Keegan felt cornered and typed: [That's different. Pretending not to remember you was enough to lower her guard. But now,
you're enticing her. Have you considered that whatever you do in my name is attributed to me? If she gets clingy when we meet
and I don't play along, won't she get suspicious?]
Stella replied: [Bingo. Not playing along is the goal. Give her a sense of uncertainty, and she'll be hooked. As long as you keep
up your unattainable persona, I'll handle your "other woman".]
Keegan was exasperated, swallowing his frustration to calm down and sent: [Fine, I'll do as you say. You're handling my "other
woman", then who will handle yours?]
Stella frowned and typed: [What "other man" do I have?]