My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 199: Touching His Reverse Scale

Sydney Thorne had just finished calling Renee, while on the other side, Jack Yates was already having the programmer retrieve the recording contents.

After listening to the recordings, Jack Yates instructed Kyle Sheffield with a stern expression.

"Notify Sierra Doyle and let her expose Sydney Thorne’s scandal with the male artists. Release the recordings, videos, and photos all in high definition to the web."

"Then contact those male artists involved, unify their statements, and have the PR department draft declarations for them to post using their own accounts."

"Additionally, inform Irwin Ingram to time the market within five days and short Starlight Media."

Kyle Sheffield was shocked: "Third Brother, Terrence Thorne hasn’t stepped down yet, and the authorities haven’t closed in. It’s unwise to alert the enemy now. Wouldn’t offending Terrence Thorne now bring blame from the top?"

Jack Yates said coldly: "Sydney Thorne has touched my reverse scale."

Kyle Sheffield understood instantly: it must be related to Renee.

He tried to persuade further: "Maybe, you should hold off for now?"

Jack Yates: "If you’re not capable of executing this, you can resign now."

Kyle Sheffield: "Alright, I’ll follow your orders."

Before hanging up, Kyle Sheffield loyally asked: "Third Brother, should we send Renee abroad temporarily to avoid the turmoil? She doesn’t have classes this semester, and we can bring her back before graduation."

Jack Yates: "No need, I don’t trust any place."

Kyle Sheffield understood; it meant he was going to confine Renee to Thatcher Manor.

Indeed, that’s what happened.

Renee was confined once more, but this time she didn’t resist; she ate and drank as usual, went to bed and rose early, and when Jack Yates wanted to do that thing at night, she didn’t refuse, as if nothing had happened.

Each day after Jack Yates left, she secretly contacted Beatrice Llewellyn using Shay’s phone.

Because she wasn’t sure if the phone she used was being monitored by Jack Yates, to be safe, she borrowed Shay’s phone and added Beatrice Llewellyn’s contact.

She didn’t trust Aunty Warren or Butler Pierce; Shay was her only trusted person there.

Beatrice Llewellyn recommended a school for her and even chose a major.

Since she majored in Chinese Language in undergrad, Beatrice Llewellyn suggested she study World Literary History for her master’s.

Renee followed Beatrice Llewellyn’s advice and read books of the relevant genre under her guidance.

Every day after Jack Yates left, she locked herself in the study, reading and practicing questions, studying more intensely than for her college entrance exams.

Soon, it was the end of the year again.

On New Year’s Eve, Jack Yates returned to The Yates Family’s old mansion to reunite with his family.

Renee remained with Shay, the two of them quietly eating their New Year’s dinner.

This year, Caleb Yates didn’t come looking for her.

She hadn’t contacted Caleb Yates for a year now.

Silent disconnection was for the better.

This time, Renee didn’t stay up waiting for Jack Yates; she went to bed early.

Jack Yates braved the snow and wind, returning to Thatcher Manor before midnight.

Entering the house, he didn’t even take off his clothes, quickly heading upstairs.

Seeing Renee’s serene sleeping face under the nightlight, he gently leaned down, cautiously kissing her face.

Renee had only been asleep for a short while and was a light sleeper, awoken by Jack Yates’ kiss.

However, she didn’t open her eyes and only carefully opened them after Jack Yates went to the bathroom, then closed them again.

After his shower, Jack Yates took his phone to the study next door; he originally intended to find a document but instead discovered Renee’s concealed IELTS and GRE practice tests at the bottom of the bookshelf.

Seeing the stack of thick English test papers ignited a nameless fire within Jack Yates’ chest, which he suppressed with great effort.

Jack Yates put the papers back in the cabinet, descending the stairs with a cold face, calling Shay to the door.

Under Jack Yates’ imposing aura, Shay had no choice but to confess everything truthfully.

Jack Yates’ face showed no expression, concealing his emotions, his voice indifferent: "Go rest, pretend I never asked you, you know what to do, right?"

Shay nodded in haste: "Yes, yes! Mr. Yates, rest assured, I won’t tell Renee."

On New Year’s Day, Jack Yates went out for a while but didn’t return at night.

Renee pondered over it but ultimately called him, with Harvey Lancaster answering.

"Where is Jack Yates? Will he be back today?"

Jack Yates was ambushed, his arm cut, and was receiving an IV in the hospital.

Harvey Lancaster handed the phone to Jack Yates.

Jack Yates’ voice was steady, with a hint of a smile: "I’m at the old mansion, not coming back tonight, don’t wait for me. Go to bed early."

Renee: "Okay."

Jack Yates returned to Thatcher Manor on the fifth, and Renee didn’t question why he didn’t come back for days, still smiling as she hugged him after he entered.

When going to bed, she lay on Jack Yates, attempting to unbutton his sleepwear, but as soon as her hand touched his collar, he restrained her hand.

Renee raised her head, looking at him in surprise.

He usually loved doing this kind of thing, why seemed unwilling today?

Jack Yates curled his lips: "I’ve been drinking a lot at the old mansion recently, feeling a bit weak, give me some time, I’ll make it up to you in a few days."

Renee’s face heated up, playfully hitting his chest, coyly saying: "You’re annoying."

Jack Yates embraced her with one arm, kissing her face: "Sleep now."

-

After the New Year, Jack Yates became even busier, often returning late, sometimes not arriving home until one or two in the morning.

Renee continued living a "confined" life, akin to a concubine deep within the palace.

With the IELTS exam approaching, Renee chose a day when Jack Yates returned early, took him for a walk in the garden after dinner, initiated a kiss on tiptoe, and when he laughed indulgently, she made her request.

"Jack Yates, I won’t run away anymore, really won’t, please don’t keep me confined anymore, okay?"

Jack Yates looked at her deeply: "It’s not confinement, Renee, I’m protecting you."

Renee wasn’t sure she could believe Jack Yates’ words anymore; looking at his affectionate and restrained demeanor, she only felt it was hypocritical, making her sick.

She endured it, forcing herself not to have a big argument with him.

"Jack Yates." She shook his hand, pleading, "I haven’t gone out for a long time, I want to see a movie, just let me go out once, please."

Jack Yates asked: "Which day to go out?"

Renee immediately mentioned the date, precisely the day of her IELTS exam.

Jack Yates laughed, though there was no laughter in his eyes.

"Alright." He smiled and pinched her cheek, "I’ll go with you to watch."

Renee’s heart skipped a beat, her smile nearly faltering.

Jack Yates’ smile deepened: "What, not happy?"

Renee smiled stiffly: "No, I’m very happy."

On the exam day, Jack Yates personally drove Renee to the test venue.

Seeing the school set as an IELTS testing location, Renee’s heart pounded rapidly.

Jack Yates lowered his eyes, tongue pressing hard against the roof of his mouth, craving for a cigarette.

Since discovering Renee secretly preparing for IELTS and GRE on New Year’s Eve, he was quitting smoking and drinking. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

He was out of options, exhausted, the only way he could think to keep her was to make her pregnant, using the child to bind her.

"Speak, where do you want to study abroad?" Jack Yates turned, looking at her with cold eyes.

Exposed, Renee was tired of pretending, relaxing her tense spine, lazily leaned against the seat, her tone indifferent: "Alchester."

Jack Yates chuckled, picked up the lighter from the armrest, the one Renee gave him, flicking it repeatedly, igniting and extinguishing the flame.

"Do you want to study abroad or leave me?"