CHAPTER 119: CHAPTER 119: HOW ABOUT I MAKE IT UP TO YOU TONIGHT?

Renee Winslow initially was no longer angry, well, not exactly not angry, she had forcefully adjusted herself and suppressed her negative emotions.

Now, upon receiving Jack Yates’ call and hearing his unreasonable and shameless nonsense, the anger that she had just suppressed flared up again, making her temples throb.

But no matter how angry she was, she still didn’t lash out, not even with a single harsh or vulgar word, merely hanging up the call indifferently.

Jack Yates threw his phone onto the sofa, cursed under his breath, and when he called Renee Winslow again, he was prompted with "The number you dialed is not in service area." Great, the little girl had blocked him again.

After hanging up Jack Yates’ call, Renee Winslow added him to the blacklist with a flick of her hand.

Looking at the bodyguards standing on either side of the door like guardian deities, Renee Winslow took a deep breath, returned to the store, and smilingly said to Sanga, "Sanga, I have some things to tend to, I’ll head back first. Let’s plan to hang out another time."

Sanga grabbed her arm, cautiously asking, "Is he... is he treating you well?"

Renee Winslow smiled and said, "He treats me well, we’re just regular boyfriend and girlfriend, not like how those people are saying we are."

The "those people" naturally referred to Whitney Lowell and those who had been gossiping with her.

Sanga released her hand, patting her arm: "As long as he’s good to you."

Renee Winslow didn’t linger any longer, turned around, walked out of the hot pot restaurant, and headed towards the right side where the subway entrance was.

Benjamin Lane and Henry Hayes exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding between them, and Henry Hayes quickly went after her, while Benjamin Lane immediately called Jack Yates.

Jack Yates was already in his car, his voice cold as he ordered, "Follow her, keep her safe, report back to me if anything happens."

Renee Winslow was aware that the two bodyguards were following her, and she knew they would certainly report to Jack Yates.

But she acted as if she didn’t know, continuing to walk calmly forward.

The subway entrance wasn’t far from the restaurant, only four or five hundred meters, so it didn’t take long to get there.

Seeing Renee Winslow about to enter the subway station, Henry Hayes hurriedly stepped forward to stop her: "Miss Winslow, where are you going?"

Renee Winslow smiled at him, "He just asked you to protect me, not manage me, right?"

Henry Hayes: "Miss Winslow, please don’t make it difficult for us."

Renee Winslow’s face still bore a smile, but her tone was very indifferent: "Then call him, I’ll speak to him myself, okay?"

Henry Hayes dialed Jack Yates’ number and handed the phone to Renee Winslow.

The call connected, and Renee Winslow said into the phone, "I’m going to take the subway now, have your people go back, don’t make things difficult for them."

Jack Yates was amused by the commanding tone of this girl: "Renee Winslow, your courage is growing."

Renee Winslow didn’t respond to Jack Yates, returning the phone to Henry Hayes: "I’ve already talked to him, please step aside."

Henry Hayes looked at Renee Winslow with difficulty: "Miss Winslow..."

Jack Yates’ cold, deep voice came through the phone: "Let her go, follow and protect her."

Renee Winslow used her phone to scan the code and casually entered a subway carriage.

Benjamin Lane and Henry Hayes followed behind her.

Even though it was already past eight at night, the subway was still crowded, the carriages were full, not a single seat available.

Renee Winslow held onto the central handrail, with Benjamin Lane and Henry Hayes standing on either side of her.

After five stops, Renee Winslow scanned herself out of the station, with Benjamin Lane and Henry Hayes still trailing her.

Renee Winslow walked out of the subway station, idly turned around the street, then returned to the subway station to continue riding.

Benjamin Lane and Henry Hayes could only accompany her again, scanning into the station together, riding the subway with her.

This time, Renee Winslow rode for three stops, and after exiting the carriage, she didn’t leave the station but switched to Line Three.

Just after entering Line Three’s carriage, Benjamin Lane received a call from Jack Yates, quickly reporting: "Boss, Miss Winslow switched to Line Three."

Jack Yates: "Give the phone to her." He added, "In public places, don’t call me boss or her Miss Winslow."

Benjamin Lane handed the phone to Renee Winslow, but she didn’t take it, instead stepping aside.

Benjamin Lane helplessly said, "Brother Three, she won’t take the call."

Jack Yates, sitting in the back seat, irritably tugged at his collar, flicked his long fingers, quickly unbuttoning two buttons, yet still feeling the collar choking him, like there was fire burning inside him.

His black shirt was half-unbuttoned, revealing a large part of his sturdy chest, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Tell her to get off after two stops, my patience is running out."

Benjamin Lane conveyed Jack Yates’ words, but he did so very politely and respectfully: "Brother Three said, you should get off after two stops."

Renee Winslow didn’t respond, gripping the handrail with one hand, eyes fixed straight ahead.

Two stops later, Renee Winslow didn’t get off.

Benjamin Lane gently reminded her: "Two stops are up, you should get off now."

Renee Winslow remained silent and didn’t get off.

Benjamin Lane could only call Jack Yates again: "Brother Three, she won’t get off."

Jack Yates sat in the car, lit a cigarette, his voice coldly saying: "Then let her keep riding."

The subway would close at eleven, she couldn’t keep riding; she had to get off eventually.

Renee Winslow rode for another three stops, and this time when she exited the subway station, she didn’t get back on but wandered aimlessly, walking straight forward.

She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she have a destination, but she was even less willing to go back to Jack Yates.

She reached a square where a group of people were dancing, walked over, and started moving randomly to the rhythm at the back of the crowd.

Henry Hayes stood behind Renee Winslow, while Benjamin Lane walked to a quiet spot to report to Jack Yates: "Brother Three, she left the subway station and is now dancing at the square."

Jack Yates was caught between anger and amusement, flicked ash from his cigarette out the window, and said in a deep voice: "Send me the address." Then he instructed, "Don’t let her wander off again, stop her by any means necessary."

But Benjamin Lane didn’t need to stop her; Renee Winslow didn’t run off again and was fully absorbed in square dancing.

Ten minutes later, a military-grade black Red Flag car stopped in front of the square.

The car door opened, Jack Yates stepped out, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips, one hand in his pocket, and he strode towards the crowd with an imposing presence.

Benjamin Lane saw Jack Yates and quickly approached, respectfully calling, "Boss."

Jack Yates raised his right hand: "Don’t call me that outside."

Benjamin Lane said, "Miss Winslow really enjoys dancing; she’s been dancing for over ten minutes."

Jack Yates puffed out a cloud of smoke, smirking slyly: "She doesn’t like it, she’s venting."

This girl was mad at him, mad for him revealing their relationship to her family, mad for him exploiting her family’s greed.

But it couldn’t be helped, he wanted to keep her forever, and had to employ some unbecoming tactics.

Benjamin Lane didn’t reply, quietly following beside Jack Yates.

Jack Yates instructed softly, "No need to follow her anymore."

Benjamin Lane responded promptly and then signaled to Henry Hayes to leave with a wave.

Jack Yates walked to where Henry Hayes had been standing, and silently stood behind Renee Winslow, watching her with burning eyes.

Renee Winslow couldn’t dance any longer; with Jack Yates standing behind her, she couldn’t focus on dancing.

She turned around to face the man under the streetlights, his tall, striking presence, strong and calm demeanor, and sharp, coldly elegant features mismatched against the lively square setting.

Jack Yates kept his hands in his pockets, a playful smile lingering on his lips, watching her at ease.

Renee Winslow pressed her lips tightly, silent, her eyes gradually moistening.

Jack Yates sighed in a manner that seemed both helpless and indulgent, stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her waist, leaned down closer to her face, speaking gently and softly: "Alright sweetie, no more being mad, I’ll make it up to you later, okay?"