CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: BREAK UP WITH CALEB YATES AND BE WITH ME

If Caleb Yates is a juvenile wolf with a danger rating of three stars, then Jack Yates is an adult wolf king with a danger rating of ten stars.

This is all within the ten-star scale.

Renee Winslow now has one feeling: regret, deep regret! She regrets it so much that it eats away at her insides!

Originally, she didn’t want to stir up bigger trouble, which is why she was forced to agree to date Caleb Yates. Now look what happened—the trouble she’s gotten into is more serious than offending Caleb Yates.

If she had known, why did she do it?

Looking at the grim and ruthless man in front of her, Renee Winslow suppressed her fear and spoke: "Mr. Yates, I, I really don’t understand what you mean."

It’s not that she doesn’t understand; it’s that she doesn’t want to understand and doesn’t dare to understand.

Jack Yates’ well-defined hand firmly gripped her waist, and he leaned down to kiss her lips. The kiss was restrained, but his gaze was deep, as if trying to see into her heart: "Still don’t understand?"

Renee Winslow didn’t dare to say she didn’t understand. If she dared to say that again, Jack Yates would probably do more than just kiss her.

She withdrew from Jack Yates’ embrace, trying to keep her voice steady: "Mr. Yates, after all, I am Caleb Yates’ girlfriend. You can’t do this; it’s not appropriate."

Jack Yates: "What’s not appropriate?"

Renee Winslow suppressed her anger: "This is unethical of you!"

Jack Yates, as if hearing a joke, curled his lips and laughed: "Ethics? You think I have those qualities?"

Renee Winslow took a deep breath and said righteously: "You don’t, but I do. I can’t do such a shameless thing!"

She deliberately emphasized the word "shameless," finishing with her head held high, acting with unyielding loyalty!

Jack Yates leaned back, looking at her with a composed demeanor: "Two hundred million."

Renee Winslow gasped in shock, choking on the air and coughing immediately: "Cough, cough cough... Mr. Yates, I am a decent person."

Jack Yates calmly raised the stakes: "I’ll add another hundred million, plus a courtyard house in The Southside Alley, and a villa in The Central District."

Renee Winslow bit her lip to keep herself clear-headed: "I, I’m a good student." She made sure to emphasize, "I’ve always been an exemplary student since childhood!"

Jack Yates raised an eyebrow with a smile: "I am single and have no girlfriend."

Renee Winslow closed her eyes for a moment, looking at him with clarity: "Mr. Yates, you are offering so much that by reason, I shouldn’t refuse you, but I really cannot be with you."

Jack Yates moved his wheelchair in front of her, reaching out to hook her waist, pulling her back into his arms: "You and he are not suitable, break up with him."

Renee Winslow: "..."

Jack Yates patted her face: "Break up with him, be with me, and whatever you want, I can give."

Renee Winslow asked: "I want to know, if I refuse you, what would be the consequence?"

She had asked Caleb Yates this before, and now she asked Jack Yates the same thing.

Jack Yates stroked her face: "No consequence; I disdain doing such demeaning things. You can leave now, and I won’t trouble you. It’s just..." He paused, his thumb pressing lightly on her lips, "I think you’re a smart girl and should know how to choose."

Renee Winslow bitterly smiled inwardly; yes, three hundred million, plus a courtyard house and a villa—anyone with sense would know how to choose.

In this era where poverty is mocked and debauchery is not, nobody would say no to money.

She loved money too, but could she agree? Would she dare to agree? Who knows if this is a trap? What if she ends up losing her life without getting the money?

In places the sun doesn’t reach, the dark corners are as filthy as one could imagine.

When she first came to Northcity to study, she heard of many disgraceful things like this.

The ways those capital tycoons played with women were extremely cruel.

Some were lucky and managed to climb higher through a tycoon’s connections after spending some time with him, even though they paid with their bodies and youth. But others, not so lucky, ended up with nothing, even losing their lives.

Renee Winslow never dared to gamble on such a luck-based thing, especially since the stakes of losing were too high; she couldn’t afford it.

Renee Winslow once again withdrew from Jack Yates’ embrace, bowed deeply to him, and sincerely expressed her gratitude: "Mr. Yates, thank you for your favor." She stood up straight, her back upright, speaking with pride, "But I’m sorry, I can’t agree."

Jack Yates lowered his gaze, his voice indifferent: "Leave then."

Renee Winslow turned and walked out.

When Caleb Yates saw her coming out of the house, he quickly approached, pulling her arm and walking to the side, whispering: "Why did it take so long inside? Did my uncle give you a hard time?"

Renee Winslow forced a smile: "No, your uncle is an elder. Why would he trouble me?"

Caleb Yates frowned: "I’m really afraid my uncle would..."

Renee Winslow interrupted him: "You’re overthinking."

Caleb Yates lazily smiled: "It’s not that I’m overthinking; it’s that I’m also a man."

Renee Winslow didn’t respond and walked quickly ahead.

Just as she stepped out of Jack Yates’ courtyard, she received a call from her grandmother.

After hanging up, she stood there bewildered, her hand slightly trembling while holding the phone.

Caleb Yates asked her: "What’s wrong?"

Renee Winslow looked at Caleb Yates’ youthful, unrestrained face, and the words asking for money came to her lips but were swallowed back down.

First, Caleb Yates was still a student himself, using his parents’ money. Secondly, Caleb Yates’ affection for her was ultimately purer, after all, he had earnestly pursued her for a year.

She didn’t have the face to borrow money from Caleb Yates; once she did, it would truly become a tangled mess.

The image of Jack Yates’ aloof, indifferent face flashed in her mind, and she bitterly laughed inwardly; no wonder he wasn’t angry when she refused him and still looked composed.

He probably already knew about her grandfather’s critical illness and hospitalization; he was waiting here, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence?

In this world, how can there be so many coincidences? They’re all long premeditated.

If that’s the case, Caleb Yates wouldn’t be of any help; he simply couldn’t assist her.

She suddenly turned around and ran to Jack Yates’ residence, sprinting all the way to the study door.

"Mr. Yates." Renee Winslow pushed open the door to the study, her eyes red as she looked at him, "I’m willing to be with you, and I don’t need the things you mentioned. I only have one request: could you help with my grandfather’s hospital treatment?"

Jack Yates lightly tapped his fingers on the wheelchair armrest, speaking nonchalantly: "I don’t like forcing people."

Renee Winslow turned to close the door, pressed her lips tightly, walked to Jack Yates, slowly knelt in front of him, and rested her hands on his knees.

Jack Yates removed her hands, brushed his knees with the back of his hand, and said indifferently: "A mere medical fee, Caleb Yates could assist you."

Renee Winslow shook her head: "I don’t want to ask him."

"Why?" Jack Yates pinched her chin, forcing her head up.

Renee Winslow: "I’m afraid I won’t be able to repay."

Jack Yates laughed, cold and ruthless, his eyes intense and fierce as he looked at her: "Can’t repay his, yet you can repay mine?"

Renee Winslow kept her eyes lowered, not speaking.

Jack Yates mercilessly exposed: "Because with his, you need to repay with feelings, but with mine, you only need to repay with your body, right?"

Renee Winslow still didn’t speak, and in Jack Yates’ eyes, her silence was equivalent to acquiescence.

Jack Yates found it harder to restrain himself, grabbing her arm and pulling her up, his large hand, veins bulging, pinched her waist and pressed her into his embrace, exuding a fierce energy as if he could swallow her whole.

Outside, the wind picked up, roaring violently, with a storm about to break.

Jack Yates’ hands gripped her face, withdrawing, burying into her fair neck’s hollow, breathing deeply: "Break up with Caleb Yates, be with me."

Renee Winslow’s eyelashes fluttered: "I, I will break up with him, but could you—could you not let him know about us?"

To be precise, she didn’t want anyone to know about her relationship with Jack Yates.

Jack Yates squinted, bit her lip with a side-turn of his head, his voice chillingly low and hoarse: "Okay."

His large hand clasped the back of her neck, implying more.