My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 197: Don’t Even Think About Leaving Unless I’m Dead
Langdon stopped the car and glanced at the four striking words "Starlight Media" on the glass curtain wall of Tower A, feeling vaguely familiar but unable to remember where he had seen or heard it before.
Benjamin Lane and Henry Hayes had no idea about Starlight Media whatsoever, not even the slightest sense of familiarity.
The two casually glanced at the tower, taking no notice.
It wasn’t until Renee Winslow got off the car and walked towards Tower A that Benjamin Lane quickly caught up and asked, "Where are you going?"
Renee Winslow raised the resume in her hand, "Interview."
Benjamin Lane said no more, alongside Henry Hayes, the two walked with Renee Winslow to Tower A.
Outside the building, Renee Winslow turned to Benjamin Lane and said, "Don’t follow me inside. It won’t look good if people see you and it might affect my interview."
Benjamin Lane: "But what if..."
Renee Winslow didn’t want to argue and reluctantly compromised, "Fine, you can follow me, but once we’re up there, don’t get too close and pretend you don’t know me."
Benjamin Lane: "Alright."
There were many interviewees, all sitting in the lobby waiting.
Renee Winslow waited for over ten minutes before it was finally her turn.
An HR sister led her to the interview room; the person inside had just left, and the hiring manager smiled and gestured, "Please."
"Please have a seat."
Renee Winslow smiled and said, "Hello."
Then gracefully took a seat.
The HR sister poured her a cup of water and then exited the interview room but didn’t close the door.
Just as the manager began asking questions, Sydney Thorne’s voice sounded outside the door.
"Third Master, I’m done here and I’ll be over shortly."
Renee Winslow turned her head to look outside, and indeed saw Sydney Thorne.
Sydney Thorne was sideways, holding the phone, making a call, not looking in her direction.
The HR manager smiled, saying hello: "Mr. Thorne."
Sydney Thorne acted as if he didn’t see Renee Winslow and raised his hand to the HR manager, "Carry on with what you’re doing."
Renee Winslow was stunned, she never thought she’d end up interviewing at Sydney Thorne’s company.
Sydney Thorne continued, "Third Master, don’t be like this, don’t say sorry, it’s too formal for us. Nobody expected Grandpa Yates to pass away so suddenly. The engagement can wait until after Grandpa Yates’s seven-week period. We’re still young, no rush for kids, dragging it out for another year or two is fine."
"Alright, let’s do as you said, get engaged on National Day."
Sydney Thorne followed up, "But what about your little girlfriend, do you need me to step in and solve that for you?"
"Alright then, you handle it yourself. But be gentle, don’t be too harsh; breaking up should be dignified. If she insists on causing trouble, I can step in to settle it."
"Don’t be too upset, I’ll be right over once I’m done here."
Sydney Thorne walked further away while making the call, leaving Renee Winslow feeling cold inside, like she had fallen into an ice cellar.
What Renee Winslow didn’t know was that after returning to the office, Sydney Thorne sneered on the phone, "Your Third Master Yates wants to use me, no way, does he really think I’m like Wren Hawthorne, that kind of foolish romantic?"
"Since he uses me as a shield, trying to redirect trouble towards Wren Hawthorne, I won’t let him have it easy!"
Wallace Yates: "Be careful, my brother is not an ordinary person. If he finds out you’re scheming behind his back, even your father won’t be able to protect you."
Sydney Thorne laughed disdainfully, "He’s no longer the invincible Third Young Master of The Yates Family, that female student is his Achilles’ heel. As long as I ruthlessly hit his weak spot, am I afraid of not being able to beat him?"
Wallace Yates: "I don’t get it. Do you want to marry him or ruin him?"
Sydney Thorne laughed seductively, "I’ve always been strong-willed since childhood. Anything I want, I must get it. If I can’t have it, I’d rather destroy it than let others take it."
Wallace Yates: "Honestly, you and Third Master are a perfect match. It’s a pity if you two don’t become husband and wife."
Sydney Thorne arrogantly said, "Exactly, Jack Yates should be mine, and nobody else deserves him."
Wallace Yates: "Alright, enough, Third Master is here."
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Langdon sat in the car waiting for Renee Winslow, meanwhile browsing short videos to pass the time. While browsing, he suddenly came across a video of Bianca, and remembered where he had heard of "Starlight Media."
His daughter had mentioned it to him; his daughter was in eighth grade, a fourteen-year-old girl, right at the age of star-chasing.
The girl kept mentioning the name "Bianca," either praising her or casually, as if putting her on a pedestal.
Langdon learned from his daughter that Bianca was a signed artist at Starlight Media, and Sydney Thorne was the CEO there.
Every time the girl mentioned Sydney Thorne and Bianca, her eyes sparkled with admiration.
Being Jack Yates’s personal driver, Langdon knew some things about Jack Yates.
Langdon looked at Tower A with a complex expression, wondering whether he should inform Mr. Yates that Renee Winslow had come to Sydney Thorne’s company for an interview.
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Renee Winslow didn’t know how she managed to walk out of the tower, only feeling the sunlight piercing her from all directions, stabbing her painfully like she was being skewered.
She suddenly didn’t want to find work in Northcity anymore, wanting to leave, to go somewhere else, somewhere without Jack Yates.
Just as she felt utterly heartbroken, her phone rang—it was Jack Yates calling.
Seeing the incoming call display, Renee Winslow didn’t immediately answer, just gave a bitter smile.
Does she still have freedom?
Does she still have human rights?
"Hello." She answered the call, blandly asking, "What’s up?"
Jack Yates’s tone was colder than hers: "Where are you?"
Renee Winslow: "Outside."
Jack Yates: "What are you doing outside?"
Renee Winslow retorted sarcastically, "Cheating on you, getting you cuckolded."
Jack Yates’s voice lowered, "Even if I lent you ten guts, you wouldn’t dare."
Renee Winslow: "You know, so why ask?"
Jack Yates: "Answer me, what are you doing outside?"
Renee Winslow: "Interviewing, but unfortunately, I ended up at your fiancée’s company. Luckily, she doesn’t know who I am, otherwise, I might be driven away like a rat crossing the street."
Jack Yates: "Renee Winslow, don’t say things to provoke me right now."
Renee Winslow felt like laughing from the anger but considering he had family matters, even a sneer seemed inappropriate, so she held back, patiently saying, "Jack Yates, I want to leave Northcity, go to another city for an internship. Let me go, alright?"
Jack Yates’s voice was chillingly deep: "Renee Winslow, you’re still thinking of leaving me at this point?"
Renee Winslow’s eyes filled with tears, her voice choked, "Jack Yates, I’m so tired, really tired from these two years with you. I’m begging you, let me go, let me breathe some free air. After six months, I’ll come back to Northcity, if by then you’re still fond of me, maybe we can..."
Jack Yates interrupted her coldly, "No maybe, Renee Winslow, don’t think about leaving me, unless I’m dead."
Renee Winslow’s eyes burst with hatred, "What if I insist on leaving?"
