My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 183: Just Love Conquering the Ice-Cold Beauty

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Just Love Conquering the Ice-Cold Beauty

Although Aiden Grant usually seems carefree and indifferent, when he actually gets down to business, he is very serious, with surprisingly high efficiency; otherwise, Jack Yates wouldn’t deal with him.

Jack Yates completely ignores pure dandies who have no capabilities at all, not even sparing them a glance.

"Third Brother, I’ve finished checking."

In less than two hours, Aiden Grant had already investigated both Sydney Thorne and Wren Hawthorne’s situations.

Meanwhile, The Thorne Family had also arrived, and Chloe Bell sent someone from The West Wing to summon Jack Yates.

As Jack Yates walked out, he instructed in a deep voice, "Skip the nonsense, just get to the point."

Aiden Grant chuckled, "Third Brother, you probably never realized you had such deep connections with both Miss Thorne and Miss Hawthorne. That year you..."

Jack Yates’ tone was impatient, "Get to the point!"

Others were unaware, thinking he was talking about work matters.

Aiden Grant chuckled again, "I’m saying it, isn’t it? Wren Hawthorne and Sydney Thorne used to attend the same university, same year, same major. During their military training, you were their instructor. That year you were a senior; they were freshmen."

When Jack Yates was a senior, the school had arranged for him to serve for half a month as a military training instructor at two universities in the same city.

However, he completely couldn’t recall which school or which department Sydney Thorne and Wren Hawthorne belonged to, leaving no impression of them.

Aiden Grant continued, "Wren Hawthorne and Sydney Thorne didn’t get along during college. Sydney Thorne mocked Wren Hawthorne’s mother for being a mistress; Wren Hawthorne mocked Sydney Thorne for looking like a Southea monkey. One attacked the other’s background, and the other attacked the other’s appearance."

Speaking of this, Aiden Grant couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Before Sydney Thorne’s plastic surgery, she looked exactly like Terrence Thorne. Let me show you a photo from before her surgery."

With a "ding," Aiden Grant quickly sent a photo to Jack Yates.

Jack Yates didn’t even click on it; he had no interest in seeing it.

Aiden Grant added, "Their lives before college aren’t worth mentioning. Back then, Wren Hawthorne and Sydney Thorne didn’t know each other, nor did they have any interactions with you. Their pre-college affairs, I won’t discuss on the phone, but later I’ll send you a background report. For now, I’ll just mention their encounter with you during college military training."

Jack Yates said, "Alright, focus on the main points."

Aiden Grant laughed, "The main point is, Third Brother, don’t you realize how charming you are? No handsome man is unaware of his appeal."

"You were twenty that year, a thriving age, standing out even at military school, let alone at other schools."

"At 192 cm tall, a tapering waist, and wide shoulders, with a rugged and handsome sculptured face, your presence stood out with an impressive aura, surely captivating those inexperienced young girls."

"Back then, both Wren Hawthorne and Sydney Thorne liked you, as well as plenty of other girls, but I won’t mention each, lest it makes you proud."

Jack Yates had already stepped out of The West Wing courtyard, walking calmly toward the main building, he said in a faint voice, "Less idle talk, focus on the business."

Aiden Grant: "Near the end of university military training, Wren Hawthorne wrote you a love letter, intending to secretly give it to you after the dismissal, but Sydney Thorne took it from her military uniform pocket and read it aloud in front of everyone. You intervened to help Wren Hawthorne and reprimanded Sydney Thorne."

Jack Yates frowned slightly. Did this happen? He had no recollection of it at all.

Aiden Grant, as if imagining Jack Yates’ frown, chuckled, "You definitely don’t remember, but I wouldn’t deceive you with false information, would I?"

"Later, you went to The Northwest border, Sydney Thorne studied abroad in her third year, and Wren Hawthorne also went abroad after graduating."

Jack Yates: "Don’t spread these things outside."

He didn’t wish it to reach Renee Winslow’s ears; the young girl was already sensitive and suspicious, certainly overthinking it upon hearing.

Adopting a tone as though he was hurt, Aiden Grant sighed, "Oh, Third Brother, you hurt my feelings saying that. How could I recklessly reveal anything related to you outside? As if I’d even have the intention, I wouldn’t have the guts either!"

Jack Yates: "As long as you understand." Then he said, "Organize the plan for the project you mentioned last time and send it to Kyle Sheffield tomorrow."

Aiden Grant became excited immediately, "Third Brother, you’re like my own brother!"

Jack Yates hung up the phone; looking up, he saw Sydney Thorne smiling brightly, standing beneath a ginkgo tree with no leaves, the winter sun shining down on her through the branches.

Beside Sydney Thorne stood her cousin, Patrick Thorne.

"Such a busy man." Sydney Thorne smiled walking towards him, "Discussing projects on the second day of the New Year."

Patrick Thorne also smiled as he walked toward Jack Yates, extending his hand, "Happy New Year, Mr. Yates."

In past encounters within the circle, Patrick Thorne would call Jack Yates "Third Brother," but the current situation clearly no longer suited.

Jack Yates shook hands with Patrick Thorne, "Happy New Year."

After saying this, he turned his face towards Sydney Thorne and nodded slightly.

Sydney Thorne took off her gloves, extended a beautifully manicured hand with painted nails, and smiled flirtatiously.

"Isn’t Third Brother going to shake my hand?"

Jack Yates lowered his eyelids, his sharp gaze paused momentarily on her hand; a flash of disgust flickered in his eyes, and when he raised his gaze, the corner of his lips curled into a cool, detached smile.

His smile was cold, faint, without a hint of warmth, like the distant moon, or snow on the ridge.

However, Sydney Thorne felt her heart hit by this smile; she admitted, she particularly liked this type of cool and aloof man, enjoyed conquering such a high and unapproachable flower.

Those easy-to-win, call-upon, dismissive, average men held no interest; men like Jack Yates standing on the peak exuded appeal only when conquered.

The harder it is to obtain, the more satisfying once gained.

Jack Yates looked at Sydney Thorne with indifference, seeing all her ambition and playful desires clearly; his long narrow eyes slightly squinted, as if heeded a sneer, he said.

"Miss Thorne, don’t forget our agreement."

He didn’t shake Sydney Thorne’s hand; after speaking, he bypassed Patrick Thorne and walked straight ahead, leaving the siblings of The Thorne Family in the yard, without any hospitality as the host.

Patrick Thorne awkwardly touched his nose, coughed, "Yates Family’s third, always like this, high-and-mighty."

Sydney Thorne haughtily lifted her head, "Humph, there’ll be a day he asks me for something."

Patrick Thorne chuckled, feigning surprise, "Really? I should live well then, at least till a hundred years old, lest I miss seeing Third Master Yates ask you for something with a cane."

Sydney Thorne laughed and tapped Patrick Thorne’s arm, "Whose side are you on, Brother?"

Patrick Thorne casually chuckled, "Of course, I’m on your side, just advising you not to treat Jack Yates as a regular man."

Sydney Thorne scoffed with a laugh, "A man who keeps a female college student, how noble can he be? In truth, he’s just another worldly man thinking with the lower part of his body!"

Though saying this, Sydney Thorne knew Jack Yates felt deeply for that female student, truly treating her like a cherished treasure, not just a kept woman, else he wouldn’t use her as a shield.

He used her as a shield precisely to protect that girl.

Thinking this, Sydney Thorne felt an unexplainable tightness in her chest, stifled; yet her desire to conquer strengthened, wanting more to get Jack Yates.

Patrick Thorne, unaware of his cousin’s thoughts, instead as a man felt offended, coughing not naturally but not angry, still patiently analyzing pros and cons with Sydney Thorne.

"He’s not about nobleness but complexity beyond your imagination; when dealing with him, don’t let your guard down."

Sydney Thorne raised her hand, admiring her delicately manicured nails adorned with diamonds in the sunlight.

Patrick Thorne tapped her hand on the back, "Quit admiring yourself. By the way, Jack Yates mentioned your agreement; what agreement?"