CHAPTER 136: CHAPTER 136: "RENEE WINSLOW, GIVE ME A CHILD.

The instant the gun barrel pressed against the back of his head, Caleb Yates tensed up immediately. To say he wasn’t scared would be a lie.

He had already witnessed how ruthless his uncle could be in Constantium, utterly indifferent to kinship.

Having learned from the painful lesson last time, this time Caleb knew better than to confront Jack Yates directly. Such confrontations would only lead to losses.

"Heh heh..." Caleb raised both hands in a surrender position, smirking roguishly, "Uncle, let’s talk things over. Don’t use the gun, okay? If it goes off accidentally, I don’t care if I die, but it wouldn’t be good if Renee got splattered with blood."

Jack struck his head heavily with the gun handle, his voice steady and cold: "You should call her ’auntie.’

Caleb: "..."

Renee: "..."

From the moment she got into the car, Renee hadn’t uttered a word. She was terrified, partly trying to make herself less noticeable.

Being in the same car with these two twisted uncles and nephews, she didn’t dare say a word, fearing she might accidentally say something wrong and provoke both of these Kings of Asuras.

However, the more she tried not to speak, the more Jack insisted she should.

His slender fingers opened his black suit jacket, and his cold, magnetic voice sounded above her head as his rugged face moved closer: "Renee, what do you think? Should Hector call you ’auntie,’ huh?"

Caleb was eventually provoked and, in his anger, forgot the lesson about not directly confronting him. Furious, he retorted through gritted teeth.

"Uncle, you’ve gone too far! Even if you were Emperor Thatcher, you wouldn’t question Helen Young like that about whether Prince Longevity should call her ’mother consort’! "

Jack sneered, "Helen Young was Prince Longevity’s consort for five years. Is that the same?"

The underlying meaning here was that Helen had actually been intimate with Prince Leon Lowell, while Renee and Caleb hadn’t been intimate, so they couldn’t be compared.

Of course, Caleb caught the nuance, feeling his temple vein pulsing in anger, but he suppressed it and smiled as he retorted.

"Why wouldn’t it be the same, Uncle? You claimed Renee was your only woman. You had zero experience before meeting Renee, so how could you tell the difference..."

The gun barrel once again pressed against Caleb’s head, and the well-defined fingers pulled the trigger tightly.

Gunfire echoed nonstop outside the car, while inside, the tension was explosive.

With narrowed eyes and tense jawline, Jack’s face was chillingly icy.

Caleb, however, smiled provocatively, "Why are you so anxious, Uncle? Do you have some kind of virgin complex?"

Renee was trembling with rage, shouting, "Caleb Yates! Are you insane?!"

Caleb grinned crookedly, "Don’t be angry, Renee. It’s for your own good. If Uncle is really like that, he doesn’t deserve you." He continued, "I’m different. No matter who you’ve been with, I don’t mind. Even if you had kids with someone else, I’d still love you the same, cherish you like a treasure!"

Listening to Caleb’s seemingly affectionate yet barbed words, Renee’s head buzzed with anger!

She felt only one thing in her heart: destruction!

Let it all be destroyed together!

Suddenly, Jack’s hand gripped her right hand, thrusting a handgun into it, forcing her delicate fingers around the trigger.

Jack lowered his head, ambiguously close to her lips, his voice cold and piercing as he uttered three words.

"Shoot him dead."

Renee’s face turned ghostly pale, and she trembled uncontrollably.

The gun barrel tilted, and with a bang, it hit Caleb in the shoulder. The car interior was instantly filled with the scent of blood.

"Ah!" Renee screamed, staring blankly forward as tears slid down her cheeks.

Jack kissed her tears away, lifting her chin with the gun barrel, smiling as he praised, "Good job, Renee."

Renee stopped crying, collapsed in Jack’s arms, not crying or speaking, like a lifeless doll.

Clutching his bleeding shoulder, Caleb cursed through his pain, "Jack, if you have the guts, kill me yourself! What’s the manliness in shooting me with Renee’s hand?"

After his rant, recalling what Declan Donovan had said, Caleb mocked, "Indeed, Uncle is no real man. Can’t even get it up, has to rely on pills, what kind of man is that? If you ask me, you should let Renee go, don’t make her suffer with you."

Just as Caleb finished speaking, two more cars collided outside.

A Mercedes-Benz G-Class that was protecting the black Maybach had collided with a Unimog trying to ram the Maybach from behind.

Both the G-Class and Unimog are off-road models under Mercedes.

The four Audi cars initially protecting the Maybach were just a decoy; in reality, there were eight G-Classes providing covert protection. Additionally, there were military personnel sent by Anson.

The G-Class temporarily detached from the Maybach, quickly replaced by another G-Class to protect the Maybach.

Jack sat as steady as a mountain in the backseat of the Maybach, not even blinking at the chaos outside.

Watching the scene outside, reminiscent of a Hollywood cop drama, Renee felt surprisingly calm.

She even thought, if she were to die right now, perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad thing, a kind of liberation.

Too tired, she was caught between Jack and Caleb, being fought over like a plaything by these two madmen, too exhausted.

Jack immediately sensed the suicidal thoughts on Renee’s face, his heart clenched tightly, as if an invisible hand gripped it hard, his adam’s apple rolling rapidly, his brows lowering, the hostility around him becoming increasingly evident.

His long, narrow phoenix eyes lowered as he repressed his restlessness, wrapping Renee’s body tightly in his suit jacket, holding her waist tightly, as if by holding her like this, he could ensure she’d stay in his arms forever and never leave him.

For the remainder of the journey, the car was silent. Caleb, likely because his gunshot wound hurt too much, lost all courage to fight Jack, not even the strength to bicker.

And Jack, inherently reserved and taciturn, wouldn’t waste words unless someone else initiated conversation.

They arrived smoothly at The Villa Hotel by The Meonan Riverbank, and the car stopped at the gate.

Jack got out first, then turned to carry Renee out, coldly instructing Harvey Lancaster, "Tie him up and lock him in the basement."

The eight G-Classes parked in sequence outside the villa, and sixteen bodyguards emerged.

Harvey pointed at Caleb, "Tie him up and take him to the basement."

Caleb shouted at Jack’s indifferent back, "Uncle, I bet you won’t kill me! Because you’re not ruthless, not tough enough!"

Jack’s jaw tightened as he carried Renee into the villa without pausing, not even glancing at Caleb.

Once Jack was inside, Harvey kicked Caleb in the chest, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

Caleb regained his footing and kicked at Harvey’s legs.

Harvey, a retired special forces operative trained personally by Jack, was more than a match for others, even if he couldn’t defeat Jack.

After retiring, Harvey became Jack’s bodyguard and the general manager and head trainer at Aegis Security.

Aegis Security was the first company Jack founded after his military retirement.

The Starkwood Group was founded by Jack’s mother, Chloe Bell, essentially a family business.

Jack later became the CEO of Starkwood Group, taking full charge of the company.

Though Chloe Bell was the nominal chairwoman, she had essentially stepped down.

Harvey’s skills made it easy to subdue Caleb, quickly pinning him to the ground and ordering him to be taken to the basement.

The villa’s living room was vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows opening to an elegantly exotic garden, complete with an outdoor coffee pavilion draped with purple floral vines on all sides.

Jack carried Renee into the living room, placing her on the sofa by the window. Bending down, he pressed his forehead to hers, his breath hot on her face as he huskily said, "Renee Winslow, have a child with me, right now."

Renee slowly raised her head, looking at him with a ’you’ve gone mad’ expression. After a long pause, she croaked, "Jack, have you lost your mind?"

Jack’s gaze suddenly sharpened, like a storm brewing in his brows, his jawline tight, the hand gripping her waist tightening inch by inch, his voice as sharp as a blade: "I’m asking you, will you or won’t you?"

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