CHAPTER 26: CHAPTER 26: "WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME?

Renee Winslow was born in Serenity County in The Southwest Wine Capital, a small, nondescript county lacking mineral energy and scenic mountains and rivers, with a very remote geographical location, historically not a desired location by strategists.

Her hometown has just one characteristic: poor! Extremely poor!

Due to its backwardness, whether the villagers or the county folks, they all love to head out, either to work in the provincial capital, or to economically developed coastal cities, or move north to Aethelburg.

Back in the day, Renee Winslow studied hard and applied to a university in Northcity against her family’s wishes, just to come to Aethelburg, hoping to settle down and take root in the big city.

Every person chasing dreams in Northcity struggles, but still, many choose to come to Northcity, striving to stay here despite immense challenges.

Because opportunities are ample here, survival resources are abundant.

If one wants to live a better life, one must acquire more survival resources, so that food, clothing, shelter, and transportation won’t be limited, and money is the basic resource for survival.

Renee Winslow gazed at the endless sea, the setting sun casting on the sea surface, making it shimmer as if covered with a thick layer of gold fragments, dazzling and tempting one to fall.

And on the golden sea surface was docked a seven-story luxury cruise ship, such a luxury liner she had only seen on TV, never having the chance to approach in reality, as she had never been to the seaside before, this was her first time.

Actually, if it weren’t for being with Jack Yates, even if she had the chance to come to the seashore, she couldn’t possibly arrive at such a meticulously crafted luxury seaside resort.

Watching those passionate surfers or people joyously riding jet skis on the sea, Renee Winslow’s originally calm heart stirred like the tumultuous sea waves.

She suddenly thought of the words her roommate Joyce Pierce advised before the holiday.

"Renee, pursuing dreams in Northcity is tough; we lack the conditions to change, but you’re very attractive, fully capable of escaping the hardships of the Northcity dreamers."

Back then, she didn’t care, now she understood, she realized.

Yes, she has the conditions to escape hardship, so why not escape?

Since she is already with Jack Yates, she should seize every opportunity to improve herself!

"Third Master." Renee Winslow hugged Jack Yates’ lean waist, swaying coquettishly, "I want to surf too, can you teach me?"

Jack Yates frowned slightly: "Surfing is too dangerous, and the sea is crowded, difficult to teach."

Renee Winslow immediately let go, retreating from his embrace without hesitation: "Oh, then never mind."

Since he doesn’t want to teach, she has no need to be coquettish and beg.

Jack Yates watched her change face faster than flipping a book, reached out, hooked her waist pulling her back into his arms, bowed to kiss her neck: "Surfing boards are hard to control, I’m afraid you’d fall into the sea. Next time, when I have time, I’ll specially take you to a less crowded sea to teach you. For today, I’ll take you to ride a jet ski, alright?"

He said a lot in one breath, his voice low and gentle, with a hint of affection in his tone.

Renee Winslow wisely agreed, twisting in his arms, replying sweetly: "Alright then."

Jack Yates smiled helplessly: "Got me figured out, huh?"

Renee Winslow turned her face to smile at him: "How could I, how could I possibly get the better of Third Young Master Yates?"

She didn’t think much when she said it, purely following his words.

Yet Jack Yates squinted his eyes, his gaze darkening: "If you don’t try, how would you know you can’t?"

Renee Winslow: "..."

Jack Yates held her tightly: "Suddenly I don’t want to take you jet skiing anymore, want to directly take you to the cruise ship."

Renee Winslow grabbed his strong arm: "You promised to take me; you can’t go back on your word." She pointed at the sky, "Besides, it’s still early, the sky isn’t dark yet."

Jack Yates didn’t look at the sky, only gazed at her face dyed red by the dusk, his Adam’s apple rolling quickly: "If I take you jet skiing, what benefits are there, hmm?"

Renee Winslow cursed silently, worthy of a black-hearted capitalist, unwilling to suffer any loss, always seeking returns no matter what.

She bit her lip: "What do you want?"

Jack Yates tilted his head, his sharp thin lips touched her earlobe, his thumb gently rubbed her lips: "I want to taste this, can I?"