Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Stella glanced up and saw Trevor sitting in the Bentley next to them, glancing their way.
Their car windows were closed, so Trevor couldn’t see much, but he recognized Keegan’s car. Since they hadn’t gotten out of
the car for a while, Trevor figured Keegan was up to no good.
Hearing Trevor’s voice, Keegan let go of Stella’s hand, straightened up, and tidied her clothes, sitting upright.
Aldor had a vague feeling like he was seeing his own future mistakes.
Trevor got out of the car, wearing a khaki casual jacket and black pants, his hairstyle and demeanor reminiscent of Leighton
Hall’s. With sunglasses hanging from his nose, lips slightly pursed, broad shoulders and long legs, he looked both suave and
commanding.
Previously, they didn’t think he looked much like Leighton, but now, dressed like this, wearing sunglasses, if someone unfamiliar
saw him, they’d probably mistake him for Leighton. They were too alike.
Stella got out of the car, carrying her bag, and walked toward Trevor, “Bro, looking so dashing today?”
Trevor raised the corner of his lips. “When is your bro not dashing?”
Stella squinted her eyes. “Always dashing, so when’s your debut?”
Trevor took her bag, teasing, “rm encroaching on Leighton’s territory. If I debut, will he still have a market?”
Stella chuckled.
Trevor raised his hand, ran his index finger over the bridge of his nose, hooked the frame of his glasses, and pushed them down,
frowning at Keegan’s side. “What’s he dawdling in the car for?”
“A call from a business partner.”
Trevor slung her bag over his shoulder, took her hand, and said, Let’s go, we’ll head up first, let him dawdle by himself.”
In the private room, Trevor asked, “Do you two have something important to tell me, or did you book a restaurant just to chat?”
Stella was taken aback. “Didn’t Keegan tell you?”
Trevor frowned, “Tell me what?”

Stella fell silent.
It seemed Trevor didn’t know that his first love was going to join them for dinner.
The jerk! He actually tricked Trevor into coming!
Stella pondered, “Trevor, today isn’t just about inviting you for dinner. Keegan’s old friend is back, and you know her too. Keegan
wants to welcome her, so she asked him to invite you. He probably thought you’d refuse, that’s why he told you like that.”
Trevor paused, then suddenly set down his cup, “That dog wasn’t frank with me.
The person coming definitely isn’t someone I want to see. I’m leaving!”
With that, he stood up with his phone, but before he could push back his chair, the door opened.
Keegan appeared at the doorway with a woman wearing an oatmealcolored trench coat, and Trevor froze in place.
The woman wasn’t stunning at first glance, but she had a great temperament, dellate Peatures, soft eyes, and naturally wavy
hair. It wasn’t meticulously styled, but had a natural charm.
She looked at Trevor with gentle eyes and softly said, “Trevor, long time no see.”
Trevor clenched his hand, lips tightly pursed, and after a while, said, “When did you come back?”
Maya Cadman spoke warmly, “Just got off the plane.”
The two of them chatted awkwardly, Stella cleared her throat. “Keegan, why are you standing there? Invite her to sit!”
Only then did Keegan, the blockhead, react. He took Maya’s suitcase and said softly, Maya, let’s order first, and we can talk
while we eat.”
Stella tugged on Trevor’s sleeve, and he snapped out of his daze and took his seat.
Keegan was a clingy one. With an eight-person table, it would have OM been perfect to sit orelperson apart, bt Keegan insisted
on sitting next to Stella, so the four of them formed an isosceles trapezoid.
There was an empty seat between Trevor and Stella, and another empty Not between a separate ten inh from each other. Quite
a distance apart.

Trevor wasn’t usually a man of few words, but at the moment, he seemed to have been gagged, silent.
Maya, on the other hand, was very generous, smiling as she greeted Stella,”
You must be Stella. Finally, we meet. Hello.”