Listening to the familiar questions, Renee Winslow’s sadness was instantly diluted, and she temporarily forgot the sad news that "Jack Yates might be dead."
She had heard questions like the one Caleb Yates posed many tis.
Jack Yates often asked her if she still loved Caleb Yates, asking again and again.
Caleb Yates asked if she had fallen in love with Jack Yates, also asking repeatedly.
She really wanted to say, she didn’t love anyone, not a single one.
After a few seconds of silence, Renee Winslow softly said, "Yes, I’ve fallen in love with Jack Yates."
It was only by saying this that she could put an end to Caleb Yates’s thoughts.
Caleb Yates: "No! I don’t believe it!"
Renee Winslow: "..."
Then why ask?
Caleb Yates: "Renee, listen to ..."
Renee Winslow couldn’t be bothered to listen any further and hung up on him.
After ending the call, Renee Winslow cald down.
She felt that Caleb Yates’s words were completely unbelievable, or rather, she instinctively didn’t want to believe that Jack Yates was in trouble.
Jack Yates couldn’t be in trouble, not now at least.
Renee Winslow hurriedly dialed Jack Yates’s phone, but no one answered, even after several attempts.
This ti, Renee Winslow panicked, her heart pounded like crazy, causing a dull pain in her chest, and even her breathing beca erratic.
She turned around and ran indoors at her fastest speed ever.
Shay saw her dash off after taking a call, looking puzzled for a mont, then quickly followed.
Renee Winslow rushed inside in one breath, panting as she shouted, "Uncle Pierce, Uncle Pierce."
Butler Pierce was watering the flowers in the backyard, and upon hearing Renee Winslow’s call, he hurried indoors: "Miss Winslow, what’s the matter?"
Renee Winslow said, "Uncle Pierce, please try calling Jack Yates, I just tried several tis, but he didn’t answer."
Butler Pierce removed his sleeve protector, wiped his hands, took his phone out of his pocket, and dialed Jack Yates’s number.
The ringtone went on for nearly a minute, but no one answered, and it finally hung up automatically.
Renee Winslow was so anxious her breathing got rapid, feeling as if the air in the room had been sucked away, needing big gulps of air to breathe.
"Try calling again." She was so nervous that fine beads of sweat ford on her forehead.
Butler Pierce continued calling Jack Yates, while comforting Renee Winslow: "Don’t worry, Mr. Yates is probably in a eting or discussing a project with a partner. He’ll contact you once he’s done." And he added, "Tell if you need anything."
Renee Winslow frowned: "I don’t want anything right now, I just want to know his status."
Butler Pierce: "Don’t worry, I’ll call Assistant Sheffield right away; Mr. Yates usually takes him along when going abroad."
"Assistant Sheffield" was Kyle Sheffield, Jack Yates’s chief assistant, whom Renee Winslow had t in Brudelle.
"Okay." Renee nodded.
Butler Pierce found Kyle Sheffield’s number, just about to dial when the phone rang—it was Kyle Sheffield calling.
"Assistant Sheffield’s call." Butler Pierce looked at Renee Winslow.
Renee Winslow: "Please answer it."
Butler Pierce answered, "Hello Assistant Sheffield, Miss Winslow wants to contact Mr. Yates. May I ask if Mr. Yates... what?"
The usually composed Butler Pierce suddenly raised his voice in surprise, then looked at Renee Winslow.
"Okay, got it, I’ll arrange it imdiately."
After hanging up, Butler Pierce’s brows furrowed into a "川" shape, and his face was more serious than a visit to a grave.
Renee Winslow’s heart sank completely; she felt the blood in her veins turning cold.
Looking at Butler Pierce’s solemn face, she didn’t dare to ask "How is Jack Yates?"; she was afraid to ask, terrified of hearing a dreadful answer.
After a mont of mutual silence, Butler Pierce said, "Miss Winslow, Mr. Yates is sick and wants you to co over."
"Sick?" Renee Winslow’s voice sharpened in shock, she hastily pursued, "Is he sick, or did sothing happen?"
Butler Pierce had no choice but to tell the truth, "Assistant Sheffield said Mr. Yates was injured, but it’s not serious; he should be out of the ICU by tomorrow."
Renee Winslow: "..."
He’s in the ICU, and that’s called not serious?
Renee Winslow’s heart was in turmoil, like a roller coaster ride, violently fluctuating; confirming that Jack Yates had survived, her heart finally settled back in her chest.
Butler Pierce asked, "Assistant Sheffield wants you to co over, do you want to go?"
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anwhile, at Bancourt Hospital.
Kyle Sheffield hung up the phone, looked at the man facing the computer examining financial reports, and said with a smile, "I’ve told Butler Pierce that you’re seriously injured and admitted to the ICU, but whether that young lady will eventually co, we don’t know."
Shane Grant, hands in pockets, entered the room and caught half of the conversation, asking imdiately, "What young lady? Has old Yates changed girlfriends?"
Kyle Sheffield chuckled, "I don’t know about that, I’ve only t one."
Shane Grant tried to recall, "Is she the one who looks very pure, with those watery eyes and snow-white skin?"
Kyle Sheffield laughed, "You should ask Mr. Yates."
Jack Yates cast a nonchalant glance at Kyle Sheffield, "Is everything done?"
Kyle Sheffield touched his nose and turned to leave.
Shane Grant wasn’t Jack Yates’s employee, unaffected by any intimidation, walked straight up to Jack Yates, "What’s up with you?"
Jack Yates didn’t even lift his head, "Get to the point."
Shane Grant lowered his voice, "You know there are a bunch of people here out to get you, why did you co? Are you courting death?"
Jack Yates: "I have matters to attend to."
Shane Grant: "No matter how big the matter is, you could’ve let Kyle Sheffield and Harvey Lancaster handle it. Why co personally?"
Jack Yates said nothing, continuing to examine the docunts.
Shane Grant sat opposite to him, "And what’s the deal with you pretending to be injured? To confuse those drug dealers?"
Jack Yates’s mouth twisted into a cold smirk, his tone disdainful, "That’s out of their league."
Shane Grant was puzzled, "Then why pretend to be injured?"
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