CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: HIS AURA OF HOSTILITY INTENSIFIES

Loship-Figgman Corporation is an aircraft manufacturing company located in downtown Brudelle and belongs to The German enterprise.

Keith Yates’ company, Starkwood Group, developed a new material for manufacturing new energy aircraft last year.

Loship-Figgman Corporation developed another material and wanted to collaborate with Keith Yates to jointly develop a new energy aircraft with an 800-kilometer range.

At first, Keith Yates did not agree, but later discovered that the material developed by Loship-Figgman Corporation could be used for new energy fighter jets.

So he agreed to Loship-Figgman Corporation’s request for cooperation and took the initiative to come to Brudelle.

The blonde man who came to pick them up at the airport is the general manager of Loship-Figgman Corporation and the person in charge of this project, named Everett.

Everett escorted Keith Yates and his group to a luxurious yet retro top-tier luxury hotel, where they stayed in the premium luxury suite.

Renee Winslow walked into the splendid palm hall, eyeing the ultra-high glass dome, and felt like her eyes could not take it all in.

Keith Yates caught the surprise in her eyes, wrapped her shoulder with his large hand, curled the corners of his mouth, and softly said, "This afternoon, you can rest at the hotel first. If you’re not sleepy, you can also stroll in the hotel’s garden; in the evening, I’ll take you to the banks of the Seraphine for a breeze."

Renee Winslow withdrew her gaze, lowering her eyes: "It’s fine, you go do what you need to."

Keith Yates held her as they entered the direct elevator, the elevator door closed, and inside the bright-lit elevator, there was only the two of them.

Renee Winslow glanced at the reflection on the elevator wall, one tall and one short, closely pressed together, looking like a pair of intimate lovers.

But in reality, she and he couldn’t even maintain an equal relationship.

When he was happy, he coaxed her like a pet; when displeased, he humiliated her at will.

So this moment of harmony felt more like a dream.

Entering the hotel room, Renee Winslow flung herself directly onto the soft and comfortable large sofa, leaning crookedly against it, looking at the European-style buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Keith Yates propped one hand on the sofa’s armrest, touched her face with the back of his hand: "Are you sleepy? If so, just take a nap."

Renee Winslow smiled: "Not really, I’m not very sleepy."

Keith Yates straightened up, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand as he walked toward the bathroom; just as he reached the bathroom door, the phone on the table rang.

He turned back to pick up the phone, saw the caller ID, frowned impatiently, and answered the call as he went to the balcony.

Russell Yates angrily questioned over the phone: "Is what happened to your brother your doing?"

Keith Yates sneered: "Secretary Yates has worked in the legal department for over twenty years, yet you talk like a legal illiterate, saying such ridiculous things?"

His words were full of sarcasm.

Russell Yates suppressed his anger: "Your brother indeed had lapses in his private life, but he never did anything illegal or disciplinary. His affair with that female student was voluntary on both sides. That incident made headlines at the time. I asked you to help resolve it, and with your capability, you could’ve handled it well. But it ended up like this, with the female student committing suicide and your brother losing his life over it."

Russell Yates paused and sighed: "Son, you’ve truly disappointed me."

Keith Yates lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and laughed lowly: "Great, finally I’ve disappointed you."

Russell Yates patiently said: "Son, Dad is asking you one last time, did you do anything regarding your brother’s matter?"

Keith Yates: "If you think it’s me, no need for unnecessary questions, you can directly open a case investigation." He took a hard drag on his cigarette and said, "I’m waiting for the court summons."

Having said that, he coldly hung up the phone, pinched out the cigarette forcefully, his eyes icy and cold as frost and snow.

Renee Winslow turned her head to look at the floor-to-ceiling window; she couldn’t see Keith Yates’ face directly, only his deep and sharp profile, his facial muscles taut, jawline sharp and resolute, brow ridge high and nose straight.

He suddenly turned his face, brows furrowed low, eyes cold, his whole body filled with an intimidating aura.

Renee Winslow was so frightened she quickly turned her face away, not daring to look any more.

Seeing her evasive behavior, Keith Yates’ hostility intensified.

He strode into the room, propped one hand against the sofa, bent over to look at Renee Winslow, and said in a low voice: "Caleb Yates fell from a tall building, a young life lost."

Then he saw Renee Winslow’s eyelashes tremble again and again, her eyes gradually becoming moist.

Keith Yates smiled: "Do you think it was an accident or manmade?"

Renee Winslow: "..."

In an instant, Renee Winslow’s heartbeat almost stopped, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at Keith Yates.

Keith Yates raised his hand to gently stroke her face and asked with a smile: "Do you think it was me, Renee?"