Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 272
Trevor took it and flipped through a few pages. Stella’s background was simple from her birth to her education and her marriage
to Keegan afterward. The content was clear and detailed. Every detail was recorded, such as the hospital she was born in, the
schools she attended, the clinics she visited when she was younger, and even the car accident six years ago.
There were pictures of her from her youth until the present.
Trevor pressed his fingers against his lower lip and frowned.
His personal assistant asked out of curiosity, “Mr. Trevor, why do you suddenly want to investigate Mrs. Kane?”
Still flipping through the pages, Trevor said indifferently, “I considering signing her. That’s why I’m looking into her background.”
‘Does signing an actor require a full history background check from her youth to the present? The recently signed actor didn’t go
through such a thorough check. Is it more discreet because it’s Mrs. Kane?‘
Trevor, having skimmed through the thin file a few times, finally raised his eyes. “Help me check Albert and Rainee’s background
as well. I want it as precise as possible.”
“Alright.”
Trevor’s phone started ringing just as the conversation ended.
When he lowered his head and looked at the caller, his expression softened and connected the
call.
“Brother, when are you coming back?”
Trevor smirked, “I’m on the road and almost home. Why? Are you afraid to be at home alone?”
“Who’s afraid? If it weren’t for father being afraid of you getting drunk and wanting me to monitor you, I can’t be bothered.”
“I’m drunk. Can’t you cover for me?”
“I’m not helping! Do you think father is that easy to fool? He’ll punish me if he finds out I’m helping you too.”

She muffled her cough as she finished speaking.
Trevor’s expression tensed up slightly. “Are you coughing? Did you catch a cold?”
“No, Rivera is too dry. My throat has been uncomfortable for the past two days.”
“Turn on the humidifier and drink more water. I’ll reach home in a moment. Do you want to eat something?”
“I’m not hungry. Auntie made dinner tonight. You’d better come home quick. Father would ask questions if he doesn’t see you
when he video calls.”
“Alright, I’ll be right home soon.”
After hanging up, Trevor asked his assistant, “Xavier, is it possible to arrange cloud seeding?”
Xavier’s eyes twitched as he replied, “Mr. Trevor, this isn’t overseas. Cloud seeding requires approval from the Meteorology
Department and various other departments.”
To think the words “too dry” would make him consider cloud seeding. Only one person in the world would dote on his sister to
such an extent.
“If that’s the case,” said Trevor as he scratched his chin, “tomorrow onwards, send some men to spray mist around the house for
a few days.”
‘That would still require a Street Activity Permit.‘
Xavier noted internally, ‘This might be a good deal. Worse comes to worst, we just need to donate a sum for street maintenance.
I believe they’d be more than happy to issue the permit.‘ Vermont helped Stella lie Keegan down on the bed and sat beside him,
exhausted and gasping for breath.
It was never a good idea to drink with Keegan. Whenever he drinks, he’d have to be carried back. He was such a big man, yet
his alcohol tolerance was even weaker than a woman’s.
Stella unbuttoned a few of Keegan’s shirt buttons when she saw Vermont about to go downstairs. She immediately caught up
and said, “Mr. Snyder, let me send you back.”
Vermont waved his hand. “I just hailed a car just now. It should be here any moment.”

After Vermont left, Felicity sent an edited picture to her.
“Pretty girl, post this on Facebook.”
Felicity did not do a lot of editing on Stella’s face. She simply changed the contrast, and the effect looks better already.
Stella had just finished sending the message when she heard the sound of something dropping on the floor from upstairs.
She hastily ran up the stairs and pushed open the door, only to see Keegan sitting on the floor with a frown and an empty look on
his face. His head had hit the floor, and there was a red bruise.
Stella reprimanded him, “You deserved it.” She squatted down, lifted a finger in front of Keegan, and moved it left and right.
“Keegan, can you hear me?”
Keegan, still with a frown, stared at her. His eyes showed his confusion while he pressed his lips tightly.