CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: JACK YATES, LET’S BREAK UP

Are you furious? Feeling wronged?

Of course, furious, of course, wronged.

But what can being furious do? What can feeling wronged do?

Wasn’t it destined from the start?

An influential man became interested in her on a whim, protected her, pampered her, but no matter how good he was to her, ultimately he only treated her as a plaything.

Renee Winslow closed her eyes, stopped struggling, letting Jack Yates have his way with her.

Jack Yates lifted his head from Renee Winslow’s neck, seeing her expression of utter hopelessness, suddenly felt a lack of taste, a sense of powerlessness that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t attain.

"Renee Winslow." He called her name.

Renee Winslow didn’t speak, still tightly shutting her eyes.

Jack Yates smirked coldly, smirking again and again before turning to leave.

Renee Winslow opened her eyes, seeing snow falling.

This was the first snowfall of early winter this year, fine and scattered snowflakes falling down.

Jack Yates’s straight back moved further away in the snow.

Renee Winslow caught up, grabbed his sleeve: "Slow down."

Jack Yates didn’t speak, nor did he hold her hand anymore, just slowed his pace.

Sitting in the car, Renee Winslow fastened her own seatbelt.

This time Jack Yates didn’t help her buckle it; he usually did.

Jack Yates drove her back to Cloudstream Lake Apartments, saying not a word as he left.

Renee Winslow didn’t ask him to stay, nor did she ask where he was going; she just silently sat on the sofa watching him walk away.

In Jack Yates’s heart was a fire, after leaving the apartment, he accelerated all the way, driving to the largest and most luxurious bar on The East Second Ring — The Sovereign Bar, Frederick Yates’s place.

"Third Brother, what brings you here today?" Frederick Yates teased with a smile, "Not with your little wife?"

In their circle, the brothers’ young lovers or girlfriends were usually referred to as "little wives."

Jack Yates coldly glanced at Frederick Yates, and directly went upstairs.

Frederick Yates touched his nose, dared not tease anymore, respectfully followed behind.

Jack Yates walked into the second-floor VIP luxurious private room, sat on the leather sofa, poured himself a cup of Remy Martin, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth, his prominent Adam’s apple rolling urgently with the swallowing action.

One cup after another, Jack Yates drank five consecutive cups.

Frederick Yates stood to the side, watching Jack Yates drink recklessly as if he was drinking excessively, hurriedly stopped him: "Third Brother, you can’t drink like this, it’s bad for your health."

Jack Yates lifted his eyelids, voice icy: "Managing me now?"

Frederick Yates laughed awkwardly: "Where is Third Brother’s words coming from, how dare I manage you. Did Third Brother encounter something?"

Jack Yates didn’t speak, put the mug down on the table, lit a cigar.

With long fingers pinching the cigar into his mouth, unbuttoned two shirt buttons with one hand, loosened the shirt collar, leaned back, nestling into the sofa with an unruly, devil-may-care demeanor, making himself seem both roguish and wanton.

Frederick Yates gasped as he watched, laughingly said: "Third Brother, you really leave us no room."

Jack Yates glanced at him, two fingers holding the cigar gestured towards him: "Come here."

Frederick Yates nodded and bowed, moved closer: "Third Brother, your command."

Jack Yates patted his face with the hand holding the cigar: "Enough with the crap on getting the benefit and playing the fool, haven’t I given you enough ways to make money?"

Frederick Yates explained with a smile: "Third Brother misunderstood, that’s not what I meant. I’m just admiring your perfection, you have top-notch physique, top-notch appearance, top-notch temperament, in the whole of The Quadrangle, which young master can compare to you?"

Jack Yates crookedly smiled: "Stop flattering me, get lost and don’t be a nuisance."

Frederick Yates walked to the balcony, called Simon Forrester to come over to keep him company.

Simon Forrester was playing cards with Aiden Grant and others in Prospect Hill, after receiving the call from Frederick Yates, Simon Forrester teased with a smile: "Oh, the sun rises from the west today, Third Master Yates actually invited us for drinks? Wasn’t he always accompanying that girl student lately?"

Frederick Yates said: "It’s not Third Brother, I invited Second Brother Forrester to come over to accompany Third Brother, he’s acting strange today, came to my place drinking alone, I don’t know what happened."

After hanging up, Simon Forrester grabbed the coat on the sofa, walked out while putting it on, turning to Aiden Grant as he did: "Let’s go, to The Sovereign, Third Master Yates ran into something."

Aiden Grant and Elijah Bell both stood up, quickly dressing.

When Simon Forrester and the others arrived at The Sovereign, Jack Yates had already drunk five or six bottles of beer by himself.

Simon Forrester snatched the beer bottle from Jack Yates’s hand, sat next to him, asked: "What’s going on, who offended you?"

Jack Yates didn’t speak, picked up the pack of cigarettes on the table, tilted it to shake out one, held it in his mouth.

Aiden Grant lit the lighter for him to light the cigarette.

Jack Yates squinted, took a puff, two fingers pinched the cigarette and stretched outside the sofa, turned his face to exhale white smoke.

Aiden Grant put down the lighter, seriously asked: "Who made Third Brother angry?"

Jack Yates: "No one."

He was angry at himself, angry at how he lost control repeatedly because of a woman.

Aiden Grant looked at Jack Yates’s somber and intense face, turned to Frederick Yates, whispered a few words in his ear.

Frederick Yates deeply looked at Jack Yates, ultimately doing as Aiden Grant had instructed.

Simon Forrester threw a dice towards Aiden Grant: "What secretive scheme are you two up to?"

Elijah Bell stood quietly at the side, didn’t intervene.

Aiden Grant smiled meaningfully: "You’ll find out in a moment."

A few minutes later, eight delicate slim girls, wearing short skirts and school uniform outfits walked into the VIP luxurious private room, each one charming and fresh, tender like water tofu.

Among them, one girl bore some resemblance to Renee Winslow, she was the prettiest among the eight.

Simon Forrester gasped as he looked, kept giving Aiden Grant eye signals.

Elijah Bell frowned but still didn’t speak.

Jack Yates’s gaze faintly swept over the girl who bore some resemblance to Renee Winslow, coldly pulled his lips, then grabbed the ashtray and threw it at Aiden Grant’s face, directly causing a cut on Aiden Grant’s forehead.

Simon Forrester, startled, hurriedly stood up to shield between the two, persuading Jack Yates: "Third Brother, don’t be angry."

Frederick Yates stepped forward to smooth things over: "Third Brother, don’t blame Grant, it was my arrangement."

Jack Yates’s expression coldly severe as he looked at Frederick Yates: "When did you learn to guess people’s minds?"

Frederick Yates said nothing, waved his hand, gesturing for the few girls to leave.

Simon Forrester belatedly reacted: "Third Brother, you wouldn’t mind because of that girl, would you?"

Jack Yates: "No."

Just after saying no, the phone on the table rang, the display showing "Baby."

Everyone present saw it.

Simon Forrester said with a smile: "Third Brother, stop being angry, the girl is actively calling you."

Jack Yates didn’t answer, picked up the phone and walked outside.

Just as he walked out of the private room, the ringtone stopped.

Jack Yates squeezed the phone tightly, continued to walk forward, reaching the elevator, the phone rang again.

This time he answered, voice cold: "What’s up?"

Renee Winslow asked softly: "Are you coming back tonight?"

The anger Jack Yates was holding onto immediately dissipated upon hearing her words.

Renee Winslow: "Jack Yates, if you’re not interested anymore, let’s just end it."

Jack Yates’s anger that had just died down instantly surged again, voice sharp like a blade: "Renee Winslow, say that again!"