CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134: "MY WIFE IS MISSING—HELP ME FIND HER.

Renee Winslow thought about how Caleb Yates had blocked her in the women’s restroom in his male disguise before, and even secretly drugged her.

She felt that with Caleb Yates’s crazy paranoid tendencies, doing something like leaking information to drug lords wasn’t surprising at all.

Thinking of this, her spine felt cold. Not waiting for Caleb Yates to answer, she preemptively asked, "Caleb Yates, was it you who..."

Caleb Yates quickly interrupted her, "Renee Winslow, you don’t actually think it was me who leaked to the drug lords, do you?"

The words "could it be not?" stuck in her throat, Renee Winslow opened her mouth but ultimately didn’t say it.

Caleb Yates sneered, "Do you really see me as that vile in your eyes?"

Renee Winslow lowered her head, saying nothing, which was tantamount to acquiescence.

Caleb Yates directly grabbed her chin, forcing her to raise her head, squeezing her face as he glared at her with a vicious look: "Renee Winslow, I thought you were different from others, turns out, you’re just the same."

Renee Winslow said, "There’s nothing different, I’m just a common person." Then she added, "Then tell me, where did you get your information?"

Caleb Yates released his hold, his tone sarcastic: "You question me but don’t suspect Jack Yates. You really must feel deeply for him."

Renee Winslow, provoked, retorted, "Are you sick? Why would I suspect Jack Yates? Could Jack Yates possibly willingly leak our relationship to the drug lords, deliberately causing trouble for himself?"

Caleb Yates asked, "Did you ever think that it might be due to Jack Yates having too many enemies?"

Renee Winslow pressed her lips together, unable to refute, because that possibility wasn’t entirely unthinkable.

Caleb Yates said, "My uncle was wild in his twenties, he didn’t regard The Gilded Delta’s drug lords or Southea’s organized crime seriously, nor did he fear them."

"At twenty-one, as a special ops soldier, he followed narcotics police to The Gilded Crescent for anti-drug operations, and then actively volunteered to go to The Gilded Delta."

Caleb Yates didn’t mention that at the time, the largest drug lord in The Gilded Delta had captured one of our country’s narcotics police, cruelly torturing him for half a year and injecting high-purity drugs into him, ultimately torturing him to death.

Upon learning this, Jack Yates actively volunteered to The Gilded Delta for anti-drug operations, secretly capturing several major leaders of the drug lord group, applying their usual cruel methods double-fold upon those criminals.

In the end, Jack Yates was severely punished for being unorganized and undisciplined.

Caleb Yates didn’t speak of Jack Yates’s fervor; he only mentioned Jack Yates’s rebellious violation of discipline.

"He captured several major leaders of the drug lord group behind the back of the higher-ups, used private punishment upon them, cruelly torturing two drug lord bosses to death, and cut off the head of the organized crime second-in-command to hang on the village as a warning, causing trouble for our local police."

And the reason Jack Yates cut off that organized crime second-in-command’s head was because that second-in-command was the biggest malevolent force behind the tele-fraud park, not only deceiving our people into the park, but also trafficking our women and children, making the women prostitutes and selling the children’s organs.

These things Caleb Yates didn’t reveal, he only spoke of Jack Yates’s ruthless side.

"Think about it, his viciously cruel behavior, how is it any different from those people?"

"Moreover, though the things he did intimidated this area’s minor gangsters, they also made those drug lords and organized crime bosses who managed to escape hold grudges."

"And now the drug lord boss, Ethan Wyatt, is the son of that organized crime second-in-command, intent on catching my uncle to avenge his father."

"Now you know, he stirred the hornet’s nest of the Southeast Asia underworld, countless people here want him dead."

"And what does he do? Instead of avoiding the threat, he arrogantly comes here to expand the market. Now, for resources, he’s offended another group of people."

"Those people superficially compliment him, but secretly wish to drag him into an eighteen-layer hell."

"This time your relationship got leaked, it was Matthew Shaw who leaked it out, he revealed it to Ethan Wyatt’s subordinates."

Renee Winslow was stunned: "..."

Yesterday she went to the pharmacy to buy medicine and ran into Harold Leonard, who works under Matthew Shaw.

Seeing Renee Winslow dazed, Caleb Yates thought she didn’t know who Matthew Shaw was, so he briefly introduced Matthew Shaw’s situation.

"Matthew Shaw is working with Declan Donovan to develop the Southeast Asia market. They happened to come here too. Yesterday, Matthew Shaw saw you in Bancourt and leaked your relationship with my uncle to Ethan Wyatt."

"Declan Donovan told me about this. His brother Dylan Donovan and I were college classmates, and I know Declan Donovan, we’ve even had drinks together."

"Declan Donovan didn’t expect Matthew Shaw to collude with drug lords for market competition, although he doesn’t approve of my uncle, he wouldn’t associate with those drug lords. Once he knew, he immediately informed me."

Renee Winslow lowered her head, saying nothing more. In hindsight, it seemed she was to blame. If she hadn’t gone to the pharmacy to buy medicine yesterday, she wouldn’t have run into Harold Leonard.

But then again, if Jack Yates hadn’t deceived her, she wouldn’t have been upset, wouldn’t have gone to buy medicine.

However, now, disputing who’s right and wrong wasn’t important anymore; what mattered was what she should do next.

-

Maekong, the five-star Villa Hotel located on The Meonan Riverbank.

Jack Yates stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling glass, cigarette pinched between his long fingers, the other hand holding the phone, voice low and cold: "The person went missing on your General Lowell’s turf, you’re fully responsible. Within three hours, I want to see her in Maekong."

Lewis Lowell placatedly said, "Mr. Yates, calm down, I’ve already sent people to investigate. However, this affair is indeed peculiar; I dispatched Theo Thorne with over a hundred men for support, yet unexpectedly midway a force emerged, by the time Theo Thorne managed to evade them and reach the place, Miss Winslow and others had disappeared."

After speaking, Lewis Lowell tentatively asked, "Mr. Yates, do you know who those people were?"

Jack Yates took a puff of his cigarette, coldly chuckling: "General Lowell, you’re joking with me? It’s your territory, and you’re asking me who they are?"

In fact, Jack Yates knew who they were; those people were sent by Mason.

Mason is Caleb Yates’s uncle-in-law, one of the brigadier generals competing with Anson for the title of major general.

He definitely wouldn’t say it outright; otherwise, wouldn’t it become his responsibility?

"Three hours." Jack Yates’s tone was firm, "No later than three hours. If the person isn’t here after three hours, the armed forces should change its leader."

After hanging up, Jack Yates stubbed out his cigarette and called Shane Grant.

"My wife is missing. Help me find her."

Shane Grant was surprised: "Lost while staying by your side?"

Jack Yates frowned: "There was an accident. Ethan Wyatt sent people to intercept on Linden Road."

Shane Grant exclaimed: "So she’s now fallen into Ethan Wyatt’s hands?"

Jack Yates’s tone was anxious: "That kid Caleb Yates took her away."

Shane Grant: "..."

Jack Yates: "She should still be at the Myona airport."

Shane Grant chuckled: "Since your nephew took her, you don’t need to worry; it’s definitely better than falling into Ethan Wyatt’s hands."

Jack Yates’s voice turned stern: "Enough talk, do your best to help me find her."

Shane Grant: "Honestly, you don’t need to worry. Moreover, I think your nephew will take her to Maekong, isn’t that just returning her to you?"

-

The outdoor cafe seating in the villa garden.

Kyle Sheffield sat in the chair, lazily holding a glass of whiskey, gently swirling it.

Harvey Lancaster stood beside him, a young man kneeling next to him.

The kneeling young man was none other than Harold Leonard.

Kyle Sheffield took a sip of his drink, placed the mug down, lit a cigarette, and tossed the lighter onto the table with a "click."

Harold Leonard couldn’t help but shiver.

Kyle Sheffield laughed: "What are you afraid of?"

Harold Leonard didn’t dare speak, lowering his head even further.

Kyle Sheffield stretched out his cigarette-holding hand in front of Harold Leonard and patted his head: "Don’t be afraid, I’m not Jack Yates."

Upon hearing this, Harold Leonard was even more frightened, lowering his head further, wanting to sink into the ground.

Kyle Sheffield flicked ash off his shoulder, speaking in a composed voice: "Know about The Third Young Master Yates’s heroic deeds of the past?"

Harold Leonard shook his head: "No, I don’t know."

Kyle Sheffield spoke in a seasoned tone: "You’re just too young. If you knew even a bit about The Third Young Master’s feats, you wouldn’t have done something so foolish."

Harold Leonard raised his head, eager to defend himself: "Mr. Sheffield, it wasn’t me, I really didn’t..."

Kyle Sheffield raised his hand to interrupt: "Don’t call me mister, I’m just an employee. I’m a few years older than you, call me Sheffield."

Harold Leonard quickly corrected: "Sheffield, I really didn’t leak anything, I..."

Kyle Sheffield interrupted again: "Did you see Renee Winslow at the pharmacy?"

Harold Leonard: "I saw her."

Kyle Sheffield raised an eyebrow with a smile: "Did you tell Matthew Shaw about seeing Renee Winslow?"

Harold Leonard looked helpless: "I did, but even if I hadn’t, Matthew... Matthew Shaw would have seen her."

Kyle Sheffield: "Anyway, you told him, right?"

Harold Leonard couldn’t deny, he indeed had told him.

Kyle Sheffield patted his shoulder again: "Let me tell you something, The Third Young Master is the most vehemently against drug lords. Do you know how he dealt with those drug lords back then?"

Harold Leonard didn’t know, nor did he want to.

Kyle Sheffield pressed the cigarette onto Harold Leonard’s shoulder, using force: "Jack Yates severed their hand and foot tendons, placing them in a nest of non-poisonous snakes. Those snakes were injected with stimulants, biting deadly, yet not fatally because they were non-poisonous. After they were bitten until bloody, people sprayed pepper spray on them."

Harold Leonard shook so much he couldn’t keep kneeling, directly falling to the ground, his back drenched.

Kyle Sheffield laughed lightly: "Though you say you haven’t dealt with drug lords, your boss Matthew Shaw indeed has connections with them."

Harold Leonard wiped the cold sweat off his forehead: "I’ll immediately leave him, quit the Shaw Group right away!"

Kyle Sheffield handed him a glass of wine: "You now have a chance to redeem yourself; find evidence of Matthew Shaw’s crimes and give it to Jack Yates, understand?"