CHAPTER 107: CHAPTER 107: DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LEAVE ME SO MUCH?

Everyone inside the airplane was stunned; it had only been a few minutes since takeoff, and nobody had fallen asleep. All the passengers were wide awake, witnessing the terrifying scene outside the window.

The flat, bird-like aircraft outside was getting closer. Even those unfamiliar with military matters, anyone who had seen military parades or defense-related videos would recognize it as a fighter jet.

A fighter jet charging towards a regular commercial airliner—how could such a situation not incite fear?

After a brief moment of shock, someone screamed in terror.

One girl, her voice trembling, stammered, "Is this... is this a terrorist attack?"

After all, in this region, encountering a terrorist attack is not unusual, especially since it’s currently a zone of multiple forces clashing.

Renee Winslow watched the approaching fighter jets. Although her face remained calm, her heart was pounding so hard she felt it might stop.

But then she thought, if death were to come, at least this kind wouldn’t be painful—an explosion like fireworks, with no sensation of pain.

Thinking this, a sense of peace instantly washed over her, and she even allowed a slight smile to play on her lips.

Caleb Yates hadn’t anticipated this situation either; his face was tense and grim, and his sharp eyes were slightly squinted in concentration.

Colin Grant stood up in fear, "Shit! How can there be so many fighter jets? Is this a goddamn terrorist attack?"

The flight attendant gracefully reminded him, "Sir, please take a seat."

Colin unapologetically retorted, "We’re all gonna die, what’s the point of sitting?"

Yet to everyone’s surprise, the four fighter jets did not attack the passenger plane but merely blocked its path.

Seeing this, Colin’s eyes widened in astonishment, "What the hell is going on?"

After asking, Colin suddenly looked at Caleb Yates, his eyes growing even wider, "Young Master Yates, surely these jets weren’t sent by your uncle?"

In the cockpit, the captain and the co-pilot were equally frightened. Initially thinking it was a terrorist attack, they had prepared themselves for death, but the fighter jets approached without attacking, merely blocking the passenger plane’s path.

The captain looked at the co-pilot and uncertainly asked, "Are we being told to turn back?"

After all, this was the first time the veteran captain had encountered such a situation.

The co-pilot was equally unsure, having never dealt with this situation before, unsure how to respond to the captain’s query.

However, in the current circumstances, with the fighter jets blocking their path, they had no choice but to turn back.

Thus, the captain turned the plane around; the fighter jets did not attack, merely trailing behind until the passenger plane landed back on the tarmac. At this point, the four fighter jets ascended into the clouds, eventually disappearing from view.

Once the plane landed, the captain received a call from the airport manager, learning that there was a reason behind the incident, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

The captain calmly reassured the shaken passengers and promised that the airline would compensate for any losses incurred.

Upon hearing that it wasn’t a terrorist attack but rather an issue with air currents causing the emergency landing, everyone sighed with relief, feeling a sense of post-crisis euphoria.

The cabin door opened, and everyone began to disembark one by one.

Renee followed behind Caleb Yates as they walked off the plane together. Initially, Caleb wanted to hold her hand, but she quickly avoided his touch, not allowing him to contact her.

From this series of actions, even if she were a fool, she could guess that it was Jack Yates who orchestrated it.

At the tarmac, two cars were parked: a black Phantom and a military green Jeep.

Jack stood in front of the Phantom, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, leaning lazily against the sleek car body.

In the vast, unobstructed tarmac, with no trees to block the sunlight, it shone directly onto the man’s tall and slender frame, accentuating the sharp, hard angles of his face even further.

Renee wobbled down the aircraft stairs, her steps shaky and hard to steady.

Finally reaching the end of the not-so-long stairs and stepping onto the ground, she still felt unsteady, as if walking on cotton.

Jack didn’t speak, nor did he approach her; his hand remained in his pocket, the other hand bringing the cigarette to his mouth, his hawk-like sharp eyes fixed intensely on Renee’s face.

Meeting Jack’s deep, piercing gaze, Renee felt as if a sharp knife was piercing into her eyes, twisting brutally within her eye sockets, causing searing pain.

Compounding matters, the sun was glaring in its brightness, making the eyes hurt even more, so much so that her tears involuntarily began to fall.

Caleb Yates, seeing the tear-streaked face of the gentle girl beside him, felt his heart twist painfully. He pulled her into his embrace and loudly called, "Uncle..."

Before he could finish, Renee Winslow fainted with her eyes closed, her body going slack.

In truth, Renee wasn’t really unconscious; she was feigning it. Firstly, she didn’t know how to face Jack Yates or dare to withstand his wrath, and secondly, she feared Caleb would say something foolish that would exacerbate the situation.

As Jack Yates always said, despite Caleb being his nephew, he would not truly harm him, but he wouldn’t hesitate to unleash his anger onto her.

Even though their escape was orchestrated by Caleb forcing her to run away, judging by her understanding of Jack Yates, he would undoubtedly vent his fury on her afterward.

Thus, she chose to feign unconsciousness, hoping to buy herself some time.

"Renee!" Caleb Yates shouted in alarm at Renee’s sudden fainting, his face turning pale with fear as he held her tightly, "Renee!"

Colin Grant stood aside, watching the spectacle unfold and observing Caleb’s reckless actions, silently lighting a candle for him in his heart.

Jack Yates threw his cigarette to the ground, stamped it out harshly, and strode over, his face dark and brooding.

Harvey Lancaster bent down to pick up the cigarette butt Jack had discarded, threw it into a nearby trash can, and followed, maintaining a half-arm’s distance, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Jack Yates reached Caleb and swung his arm, delivering a heavy slap across Caleb’s face.

Caleb Yates’s head jerked to the side from the blow, the hair on his forehead disheveled.

Seeing Caleb still refusing to let go, Jack grasped his wrist and twisted it violently.

A loud cracking sound followed by Caleb’s scream, reminiscent of a pig being slaughtered, filled the air.

Caleb Yates’s wrist snapped, forcing him to release his grip.

In the moment Caleb let go, Jack caught Renee Winslow, cradling her in his arms, carefully adjusting his suit jacket to shield her face from the direct sunlight.

"Take him and that Grant kid away too!" Jack ordered coldly.

Jack carried Renee Winslow into the VIP lounge, laying her gently on the sofa. Supporting himself with his hands on the sofa armrests, he bent down, scrutinizing the girl’s fair, delicate face, her plump cherry-pink lips slightly pursed, reminiscent of a budding flower, with a slight pout, a charmingly cute nose, and even her long, thick lashes seemed so meticulously exquisite that they tugged at his heartstrings.

So sweet and tempting, it’s no wonder she attracts the covetous gazes of so many unscrupulous men.

A low, brief chuckle slipped from his throat as Jack leaned down, brushing his nose against her fair cheek, and pressed his thin lips against her cherry-pink ones.

Renee’s lashes fluttered but she dared not open her eyes, keeping them shut tightly, even compressing her own lips even more firmly.

Jack Yates’s eyes narrowed as he straightened up, his gaze fixed on her trembling eyelids, "If you’re awake, open your eyes."

Renee did not dare to open her eyes; fear gripped her, forcing her to continue feigning unconsciousness.

Jack’s voice grew cold and low, "Looks like I’ll have to call a doctor to administer a few injections."

Alarmed, Renee quickly sat up, supporting her head with one hand, feigning weakness as if just waking up, and spoke weakly, "I-I’m awake."

Jack leaned down, his intense gaze burning into her, "Your courage seems to have grown; you’ve dared to run away." His long, defined fingers pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head, "Do you so fervently wish to leave me? Hmm?"