My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 206: The Child’s Father Has Passed Away

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: The Child’s Father Has Passed Away

Renee Winslow regretted asking, wasn’t this just exposing oneself?

But words once spoken cannot be taken back, so she had to face it calmly.

Evan Fenton joked, "Renee, are you afraid of meeting an enemy here?"

Renee Winslow chuckled, "Mr. Fenton is joking, I’ve only been back for a year and haven’t even established myself in this industry, where would I have enemies? If I ever do have enemies, I’d resign voluntarily and not drag the company into it."

Evan Fenton patted her shoulder, "I’m just teasing you. Even if you had enemies, I’d never abandon you.

The company is like your family, we’re all your family here. If you ever run into trouble, don’t keep it to yourself, make sure to let me know. If it’s not convenient to talk to me, you can tell Sylvia."

Renee Winslow smiled and thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Fenton." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The banquet was set at the International Convention Center, not far from the TV station.

Usually, charity dinners and international jewelry exhibitions are also held here.

Renee Winslow initially thought she needed a gown, but Evan Fenton told her she could wear casual clothes.

Of course, it’s better not to wear a gown.

Evan Fenton’s ride was the latest model white Ghost, priced at over six million.

The driver seated himself cautiously, donned white gloves, and only then touched the steering wheel.

Renee Winslow sat in the backseat, Evan Fenton sat in the passenger seat.

The car drove out of the underground garage, heading south, the convention center was in The South.

Nimbus Media’s building was not far from the convention center, about five kilometers, taking around ten minutes when there’s no traffic.

Renee Winslow stepped out of the car, seeing rows of luxury cars parked outside the convention center.

Just cars with the double R logo numbered seven or eight, along with Maybachs, Bugattis, Lamborghinis, Ferraris—showy, eye-catching, discreetly luxurious, all kinds were present.

One custom elongated Phantom with the license plate "W999619" drove up slowly and parked in a spacious spot reserved for him by the hosts.

The driver’s door opened, and a tall and sturdy bodyguard stepped out.

Others might not recognize him, but Renee Winslow did; it was Harvey Lancaster.

Harvey Lancaster walked to the back seat and opened the door.

A pair of glossy black leather shoes stepped out first, followed by the hem of suit pants flowing like water.

Renee Winslow clearly saw a girl in a purple gown open her mouth wide, her eyes openly admiring.

Besides the girl in the purple gown, everyone else also stared fixedly inside the Phantom.

No need to ask, Renee Winslow knew exactly who was inside the car.

Sure enough, Jack Yates stepped out.

Dressed in a navy blue tailored suit, complemented with a black shirt, a black and silver-patterned tie, wearing a watch worth eight figures on his wrist.

"Mr. Yates, welcome to Ashville."

"Mr. Yates, your presence makes our banquet tonight truly shine!"

Jack Yates slightly lifted the corner of his mouth, "Chief Carrington, you’re too kind."

Evan Fenton bowed slightly, quickly approaching amidst a chorus of "Mr. Yates," humbly extending both hands, "Mr. Yates."

Jack Yates slowly turned, looked over the crowd, his gaze falling on Evan Fenton, and lightly nodded, "Mr. Fenton."

Renee Winslow followed behind Evan Fenton, politely nodding towards Jack Yates.

Jack Yates acted as if he didn’t know her, not even acknowledging her, just shook hands with Evan Fenton, and then escorted by Harvey Lancaster, walked into the exhibition hall.

Renee Winslow lowered her eyes and silently followed behind Evan Fenton.

Entering the dazzling hall, Renee Winslow overheard many discussions.

"Who was the guy that got out of the Phantom earlier? He’s so handsome!"

"Not only handsome, but his identity must be extraordinary, didn’t you see even Chief Carrington treated him with respect?"

"He must be someone from The Imperial Capital, for sure a big shot from The Capital Circle."

Once inside the exhibition hall, Renee Winslow realized that a charity auction was being hosted.

She quietly asked Evan Fenton, "Mr. Fenton, roughly what time does the banquet end?"

Evan Fenton quietly replied, "The auction lasts seven days, tonight’s just the opening, the official auction starts tomorrow."

Renee Winslow nodded softly, then asked, "So how long will the opening last?"

Evan Fenton: "Shouldn’t take long, after the opening there’s a banquet."

Renee Winslow frowned, "What? We’re having a meal too?"

Evan Fenton chuckled, "You came for a free meal, aren’t you happy?"

Renee Winslow: "... No, it’s just I have kids at home."

Evan Fenton’s smile deepened, "Speaking of kids, I’ve been curious, where’s the father?"

As Evan Fenton asked this, Jack Yates approached.

Renee Winslow, with her back to Jack Yates, didn’t know he was there, casually lied, "The father passed away."

Evan Fenton was surprised, "Gone? Was it an accident or illness?"

Renee Winslow solemnly fabricated, "Sacrificed for the country, he was a soldier, assisted anti-narcotics police and was killed in The Gilded Delta while fighting drugs."

A low muffled laugh suddenly came from behind.

Renee Winslow startled, turning around to meet Jack Yates’ amused gaze.

"So, Chief Editor Winslow’s husband was also a soldier." Jack Yates adjusted his cufflinks, suddenly leaning forward to look at her, smiling meaningfully, "What a coincidence, so am I."