CHAPTER 139: CHAPTER 139: HE’S ALWAYS TAKEN BY FORCE!

The police lights flashed, pursuing a Lamborghini in front, with three Ferraris following on either side and behind.

The neon-lit Vermilion District was staging a real-life version of Fast & Furious.

Renee Winslow sat in the white Pagani, looking at the scenes on the street resembling a shootout movie, feeling a sense of dreamlike illusion.

Jack Yates held the steering wheel with one hand, a cigarette in the other, and turned his head to ask her, "Exciting, isn’t it?"

Renee Winslow frowned, looking at him in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Jack Yates, with a mischievous air, held the cigarette between his lips, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and suddenly accelerated. The white sports car shot forward like an arrow off the string.

The bodhi trees on either side of the road seemed to fly past in the blink of an eye.

Driving, Jack Yates gazed steadily ahead, speaking in a deep, slow voice, "The excitement young guys give you, I can give you more."

After covering a certain distance, the car slowed down.

Jack Yates took a turn and drove into a sparsely populated mountain path.

"Young guys can’t give you wealth and glory." He freed one hand to pat Renee Winslow on the head, "I still can."

Renee Winslow: "..."

"So, are you boasting?" Renee Winslow asked, her face filled with surprise.

Jack Yates smirked, his voice deep and laughing, "I’m not boasting. I’m stating a fact: I can satisfy all your needs."

"I can show you all the world’s splendor and also give you a lifetime of glory."

Renee Winslow pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

Jack Yates continued, "You want to learn English? I’ll hire a foreign teacher for you when we return. One isn’t enough? I’ll get five, one for each day, with weekends off."

"Besides English, French, German, Spanish, any language in the world you want to learn, I can satisfy that."

"The employment opportunities for a major in Chinese Language and Literature are limited. Of course, that’s for others, not you."

"You can do anything you want. You can be a Chinese teacher or come to my company and be my secretary."

"If you want to be a teacher, there’s no need to go to another school. I’ll buy a private school just for you."

Renee Winslow was stunned, staring blankly at Jack Yates, the feeling of dreaming growing stronger.

Is this still Jack Yates?

Are these Jack Yates’ words?

The car stopped halfway up the hill, under a lush bodhi tree.

Jack Yates opened the car’s sunroof, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned to look at Renee Winslow.

His large hand cupped her face, his stern face leaned toward her, his deep eyes gazing straight into hers, "Is there anything else you want? Tell me."

The night wind blew, rustling the leaves of the bodhi tree.

In October, the nights in Northcity were already chilly, but in Maekong, the October nights weren’t cold, the mountain breeze was quite pleasant.

Renee Winslow was sobered by the mountain wind, blinking her eyes, she regained her thoughts, shaking her head gently, and replied softly, "No, there’s nothing I want."

She wanted freedom, which Jack Yates would not give.

Jack Yates laughed lightly, his long finger pressed against her chest, pushing hard, "But I want this here."

Renee Winslow looked up at the starry sky, smiling faintly, "Jack Yates, is it because I’ve never liked you that makes you so persistent?"

Persistently wanting to have her by his side.

The starlight intertwined with the roadside lights, sketching a cold, moonlit silhouette.

With his back to the light, Jack Yates’ deep face was hidden in the shadows, half-lit, half-dark, all the more intense.

"Heh." He lifted the corner of his mouth slightly, again and again, smiling coolly, "Renee Winslow, you truly have no heart."

With that said, he turned around, not even fastening the seatbelt, starting the car quickly and speedily accelerating away, driving wild and fast.

Renee Winslow screamed in fright, gripping the handle tightly.

By the time the car reached the top of the mountain, Renee Winslow hadn’t recovered from the scare when Jack Yates suddenly pressed against her, biting her lips urgently and fiercely.

"Since you won’t give me your heart, then give me your body, until I’m tired of playing."

Renee Winslow looked up at the twinkling stars, her tears uncontrollably slipping from the corners of her eyes.

Whether she gave or not, he never gave her a choice.

He always took by force!