CHAPTER 96: CHAPTER 96: DO YOU WANT TO LEAVE WITH CALEB YATES?

Renee Winslow shook her head without hesitation, "No, it’s not." Looking at Jack Yates’ inscrutable face, she feared that a simple "no" wouldn’t satisfy him, so she quickly added, "It’s not you, you couldn’t do such a thing."

She wasn’t flattering him out of fear, but because she understood Jack Yates to some extent. Given his current status, it was absolutely impossible for him to commit something as foolish as "murder."

If he wanted to mess with Caleb Yates, there were plenty of ways—sending him abroad or ruining his future—any method could make Caleb Yates live in agony without causing trouble for himself.

So she answered very decisively, almost without hesitation.

Jack Yates leaned closer to her, "Oh? You trust me that much?"

Renee Winslow didn’t actually trust him; she couldn’t really say she trusted Jack Yates. However, she knew well enough that Jack Yates wouldn’t do something foolish that would ruin his future.

Jack Yates curved his lips into a smile, "I was joking. He’s fine, alive and well. It’s just that..." After a pause, his hand caressing Renee Winslow’s face slowly moved down, his long fingers stroking her slender, fragile neck, as he lazily said, "It’s just that the fact his father forced a female student to death and then got hit by a car is known all over The Quadrangle, causing my father to have to step down early. That means this young master from The Capital is going to find it hard to stand tall in The Quadrangle in the future."

Renee Winslow didn’t speak, quietly watching Jack Yates.

Jack Yates stood up and, with a smile, went to the bathroom.

The bathroom door wasn’t closed all the way, leaving a gap, and the sound of running water could be heard from inside.

A few minutes later, the water stopped, and Jack Yates came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, his upper body wet, water droplets rolling down his strong, solid chest.

Renee Winslow glanced hastily, then quickly averted her gaze.

Jack Yates chuckled and walked straight up to her.

Renee Winslow was about to say, "Aren’t you busy?" but just as she opened her mouth to speak, the voice of Kyle Sheffield, the assistant, came from the door.

"Mr. Yates, Everett and the others are already waiting in the conference room."

The implication was for Jack Yates to hurry over and not keep them waiting too long.

Renee Winslow breathed a sigh of relief; she was very afraid Jack Yates would ignore everything and press her to do that thing. Having sat on a plane for ten hours today, her head was dizzy and spinning, and she still felt very unwell. Not to mention doing anything with him, she didn’t even want to move.

Luckily, Jack Yates was about to go to a meeting, allowing her to rest for a while.

After dressing, Jack Yates left, instructing the bodyguard, Harvey Lancaster, "Contact Amos Underwood, have him bring two internal medicine doctors over."

Amos Underwood is the sales director of Starkwood Group in Brudelle, responsible for the sales business in Western Euporia.

And the mighty and robust bodyguard, Harvey Lancaster, was not only in charge of Jack Yates’ personal safety on this trip but also served as his temporary personal assistant.

Harvey Lancaster asked worriedly, "Are you ill, Third Brother?"

Jack Yates frowned impatiently, looking at Harvey Lancaster with a "did a dog eat your brain" expression.

Kyle Sheffield raised a hand to pat Harvey Lancaster’s broad, sturdy shoulder, considerately explaining, "It’s for Miss Winslow."

Jack Yates frowned and told Harvey Lancaster, "Have food sent up, Chinese cuisine, with a preference for spicy flavors. If the hotel doesn’t have it, have Amos Underwood bring a Cathanian chef over to cook on the spot."

Harvey Lancaster respectfully responded, "Understood."

After Jack Yates left, Renee Winslow went to the bathroom to take a shower and then lay down on the bed to rest with her eyes closed.

It was evening in Cathan at this time, but it was still daytime in Brudelle, with the blazing sun scorching the earth, making it look unbearably hot.

Renee Winslow lay there for a while, feeling a bit better, picked up her phone, and sat up, just about to scroll through some videos, when she received a call from Caleb Yates.

She hadn’t saved Caleb Yates’ number, but instinctively felt it was him.

To avoid angering Jack Yates again, she didn’t answer, hanging up directly and adding it to the blacklist.

Right after hanging up, another unknown number called.

Renee Winslow wasn’t sure if it was Caleb Yates, but to be safe, she hung up again.

Two minutes later, she received a text message.

[Renee, let’s leave together. I’ll take you abroad, away from Northcity. We’ll live abroad. Once we’re overseas, I’ll apply to a new school for you there. After a few years, when everything has calmed down and Jack Yates has completely given up on you, we can return. If you don’t want to come back, we’ll immigrate abroad. Tell me which country you like, and I’ll arrange it right away.]

Renee Winslow exhaled deeply after reading it.

She felt like she had encountered two madmen, completely engrossed in their own worlds, indifferent to others’ lives!

Jack Yates was like this, and so was Caleb Yates!

These two, uncle and nephew, were entirely of the same detestable character!

One has gone mad, imprisoning her as if she were his private property.

The other arrogantly assumes she likes him, insisting on saving her.

Renee Winslow ignored it, directly deleted the text, and blacklisted that number as well.

The doorbell rang, and Renee Winslow put down her phone, quickly going to open the door.

A waiter pushed a trolley of food into the room, laying out the dishes one by one on the dining table and politely said, "Enjoy your meal."

Renee Winslow looked at the beautifully presented Chinese dishes, all of which she loved, but she didn’t have much of an appetite to eat right now.

However, since Jack Yates had the food sent up, if she didn’t eat a bite, he’d surely be displeased again.

Renee Winslow sat down and ate a few bites perfunctorily.

Just as she set down the chopsticks, planning to return to bed to rest, the doctors arranged by Amos Underwood arrived at Harvey Lancaster’s request.

Initially, Jack Yates had instructed for two doctors, but Amos Underwood directly doubled it to four. He even brought along medical equipment for various function checks.

Renee Winslow was startled at the sight.

She carefully asked, "Is Jack Yates sick?"

Logically, it shouldn’t be. He just went to a meeting. If he were really sick, how could he attend a meeting?

Harvey Lancaster explained, "Third brother isn’t sick, he came to give you a check-up."

Renee Winslow said, "I’m fine, just a bit airsick, maybe."

After the check-up, it turned out Renee Winslow wasn’t sick; she didn’t even need any medicine, just needed a good rest.

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Jack Yates walked out of the conference hall, with Harvey Lancaster following behind him, and Kyle Sheffield walking beside Jack Yates.

The three of them entered the elevator together, and after exiting the elevator, they entered another room.

This suite was specifically booked by Jack Yates for internal meetings to discuss matters.

Amos Underwood was already waiting in the room, and when he saw Jack Yates, he immediately stood up.

Jack Yates raised his hand slightly, "Sit."

Amos Underwood sat down nervously.

Jack Yates lit a cigarette, casually lounged on the sofa, spreading his legs widely, appearing both lazy and alluring.

Kyle Sheffield sat to the left and below Jack Yates, and Harvey Lancaster pulled up a chair to sit by the door.

Jack Yates, holding his cigarette between two fingers, nodded towards Kyle Sheffield, "Share your thoughts."

Kyle Sheffield said, "If they are only manufacturing ordinary civilian aircraft, they wouldn’t need so much material. I think their intention is to act as a middleman, buying from us and then selling to those arms dealers in Estria. Estria has been stricken by war for years, and the most profitable business is arms dealing."

After saying this, Kyle Sheffield paused for a moment, observing Jack Yates’s expression. Seeing that his expression remained unchanged and steady as an old dog, not even blinking, Kyle Sheffield knew he had guessed correctly and continued.

"Although the Loship-Figman Corporation is a traditional manufacturing company, it’s precisely because they’re so old-fashioned that they lack innovation. They’ve been nearly phased out by the market. If they don’t transition quickly, they’ll go bankrupt sooner or later. Right now, the only quick way they see to make money is through the arms trade."

"And the new material we’ve developed can be used not only in ordinary civilian aircraft but with some modifications, it can also be used in military jets."

Jack Yates stretched out his arm, flicked the ash off his cigarette with his index finger, and said in a steady tone, "We only sell materials to regular manufacturing companies. As for what the buyer does with them, it’s not our concern."

Kyle Sheffield voiced his concern, "Mr. Yates, if someone tries to make an issue of this, will we face restrictions?"

Jack Yates smirked, "If the higher-ups want to restrict you, they will, even if you don’t sell."

With the boss speaking, Kyle Sheffield didn’t say more.

Jack Yates looked at Harvey Lancaster, "What’s the result of the check-up?"

Harvey Lancaster respectfully replied, "Miss Winslow was a bit airsick, the doctor said sleeping it off would be fine."

Jack Yates stood up and left, and the others also dispersed.

Kyle Sheffield was the last to leave, closing the door and putting away the room card.

Amos Underwood walked a few steps behind, walking beside Kyle Sheffield, watching Jack Yates ascend the spiral staircase, and asked in a low voice, "Does Mr. Yates usually travel with his girlfriend?"

Kyle Sheffield answered even more quietly, "He didn’t have a girlfriend before."

Amos Underwood wanted to ask more, but Kyle Sheffield quickly walked ahead, putting distance between them.

Jack Yates arrived at the suite door, entered the password, and entered the room.

The living room of the suite was empty, with half-eaten meals on the dining table.

Seeing so little of the meal touched, Jack Yates frowned.

After sleeping almost all the way on the plane without eating much, and not eating after getting off, does she plan to starve herself sick?

Jack Yates irritably pulled off his tie, tossed off his jacket, and walked into the bedroom, seeing a small, raised lump on the bed.

Renee Winslow was already asleep, turned towards the window, with her long, silky black hair sprawled over the pillow, exposing her snow-white shoulder.

Jack Yates walked to the bedside, about to sit down next to her when the phone on the bedside cabinet chimed—a message notification sound.

He glanced over, his eyes narrowing instantly, fury leaping to the forefront.

Jack Yates picked up the phone, unlocked the screen, and opened the message.

[Renee, leave Jack Yates. Being with him won’t end well for you. Never mind he’s ten years older than you, but with his twisted personality, he’ll torment you to death eventually.]

[Come with me, I’ll take you away from Northcity, to a place he won’t find us, to live a happy, peaceful life.]

[I know you’re not agreeing because you’re afraid of him. Rest assured, I’ll arrange everything to rescue you from him.]

Jack Yates gripped the phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand standing out, almost crushing the phone!

Ha, what a touching story of a hero rescuing the damsel in distress.

I’d like to see how that fool plans to snatch my woman from me.

Renee Winslow wasn’t sleeping soundly, and in a daze, she felt someone sit beside her. Groggily, she opened her eyes and immediately met Jack Yates’s dark and fierce gaze.

Her heart nearly stopped in fright.

And in Jack Yates’s eyes, her startled look was the guilty conscience of a thief.

Jack Yates sneered, holding the phone screen upright in front of her, showing her the messages.

"Want to go with Caleb Yates?" he asked.