Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted by Eleven Jewell

Chapter 503
Keegan frowned upon reading Vermont's text message and chose not to reply to him.
[Do you think Trevor has been having a crush on your ex- wife? His eagerness to get her so soon after your divorce is pretty
strange.]
Keegan pursed his lips and replied, [Stella once saved him before.]
[Oh, really? It doesn't look like gratitude for saving someone. He was looking at your ex-wife for half a day in the car after your
ex-wife got off the car.]
Keegan was irritated by Vermont's choice of the word, ex- wife, and said with narrowed brows, [What else did you see?]
[Nothing much honestly. But, you better hurry up. Trevor is as privileged as you are. Along with that, Wenham spoils him. The
Saun family won't mind if Stella was a divorcee if he really fell for her.]
Keegan pulled a long face and replied, [You're overthinking. Stella doesn't like Trevor's type.]
Stella preferred appearances with sharp and slightly rough looking features over Trevor's soft and gentle scholarly appearance.
Trevor was not her cup of tea.
[Well, I don't know about that,] Vermont replied slowly. [I've noticed she tends to like short videos of young men with gentle and
innocent looks. So, she clearly has a taste for these men. I have never seen another more good-looking face than Trevor's. He's
not shorter than you, has a great body, and knows how to sweet-talk. I would definitely choose him if I was Stella.]
Keegan was speechless. He was now uncertain about this after thinking of the videos of those naive or wild, masculine young
men that Stella likes. He was not sure whether Stella liked him or not, but he could tell that Stella liked his face. Evidence of this
was that Stella's favorite position was the missionary position. While they were doing it, her gaze would be fixed on him
unwaveringly. He could see the emotions and awe hidden in her eyes. He did not like how she was distracted by his superficial
appearance, yet he repeatedly used it to seduce her. Even his appearance could no longer work in his favor now that they are
divorced.
With a frown on his face, Keegan called Wenham. Wenham had just gotten back from handling the company's overseas affairs a
few days ago. He had just gotten home the moment Keegan called.

"Uncle Wenham. It's me, Keegan."
Wenham was rather fond of Keegan. After all, he watched him grow up as he was the son of a good friend from his school days.
"Oh, hi Keegan. I was just about to call you these few days, but you beat me to it," Wenham responded.
"I just returned two days ago from a business trip to handle some matters. When are you free? I'll arrange a time to hold a
welcoming dinner for you."
"There's no rush for it. I'm quite busy these two days. I'll personally visit your grandmother and have a get-together once I'm
done with my job."
Keegan replied, "Alright. You can contact me beforehand if you plan to visit."
"Did you call me just for this?"
"There's another thing." Keegan paused before he resumed. He asked in a low voice, "Does Trevor have a girlfriend?"
"Oh. Well, he's single alright," Wenham sighed. "He's not young anymore. And, he didn't seem anxious to find one either. I'm
getting angry just mentioning it."
Keegan pursed his lips. "Uncle Wenham, I'm actually familiar with some eligible young ladies. I can introduce them to him if he
doesn't have a girlfriend. Who knows, maybe he'll find someone he likes."
This immediately piqued Wenham's interest. So, he asked, ’ What family are these young ladies from? How old are they? Do you
have any pictures of them?"
"I'll have someone sort it out and send them to you later. That way, you can help screen them too."
"I trust in your taste."
Keegan replied indifferently, "But, it depends on Trevor's preferences."
Shortly after the call ended, Keegan sent several young ladies' profiles from prestigious families to Wenham. They were all from
impressive educational backgrounds and were all beautiful. Wenham was pleased with every one of them.
Trevor came home with his pork meat with rice and saw Wenham sitting on the couch, smiling at his phone.