My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 80: "Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Here.

Renee Winslow was holding a tablet that couldn’t make calls or go online, walking along the dark and desolate road. She didn’t know how long she had been walking, but she was thirsty, hungry, and exhausted. Just when she felt she couldn’t walk any further, she finally saw some hope ahead - there was a gas station.

Besides this gas station, there was no store in the vicinity. Renee had no choice but to go to the gas station for help.

She mustered up her strength and quickly ran over.

Seeing no one, Renee walked to the door of the building and nervously asked, "Is anyone here?"

There was no response. She nervously swallowed and asked again, "Excuse me..."

Just then, a man came out of the building, shirtless, with bronze skin, appearing to be in his twenties.

The man had some grease on him, and sweat was running down his firm, bulging bronze chest muscles.

In the middle of the night, at a sparsely-populated gas station in the outskirts, facing a man exuding a strong masculine presence, it was impossible not to feel scared.

Renee’s heart trembled slightly, and she instinctively took a step back.

The man turned back into the building, and when he came out again, he had put on work clothes and asked coldly, "What do you want?"

Thinking of her predicament, Renee felt a sourness in her eyes, and tears welled up as she choked out, "I came out to find a part-time job, but my phone was stolen. Can you lend me your phone to make a call?"

The man was clearly suspicious. A pretty, elegant girl suddenly showing up at a remote gas station at night to borrow a phone seemed like a scam.

He ignored her and turned to go back inside.

Renee quickly grabbed his sleeve, "I’m not lying! I’ll tell you the phone number, and you can dial it for me. I won’t take your phone. Is that okay?"

The man pointed to a sign on the wall that read "No Phone Calls" and said coldly, "No phone calls at the gas station."

Renee quickly replied, "Then... then I’ll take the phone further away..."

Seeing the man’s mocking smile, Renee couldn’t continue speaking.

She knew her words made it easy for people to think she was a scammer.

But she couldn’t prove she wasn’t; she’d lost her bag and phone, had no proof of identity, and she couldn’t just show a stranger the threatening videos on her phone, explaining she was kidnapped here.

"Then... could you give me a bottle of water and some biscuits?" Renee pleaded with tears in her eyes, "I’m really thirsty and hungry, please give me some water and food."

The man went inside and brought out a bottle of water and bread for her, "There’s no biscuits, only bread."

"Thank you, thank you so much." Renee repeatedly expressed gratitude.

She hurried to open the bottle cap but, too hungry, her hands were too weak to exert force to open it.

The man took the bottle of mineral water from her hands, opened it, and handed it back to her.

Renee thanked him again, "Thank you, thank you so much."

Renee drank half the bottle of water in one go and tore open the bread wrapping, eating it in big bites, looking very disheveled.

The man went back inside, and when he came out again, he handed her a phone, "Make the call from far away."

Renee looked up excitedly, her cheeks full, tears streaming down.

"Thank you." She haphazardly wiped her face, quickly swallowed the bread in her mouth, and bowed in gratitude, "Thank you, thank you so much."

Renee was holding the phone, ready to go to the road to make a call, but when she turned around, she saw three men walking towards the gas station.

The three men, judging by appearance, looked like idle loafers; one was blond, another with curly hair had an earring, and the third had a crew cut with a tattoo, all exuding a roguish aura.

Renee reminded herself in her heart not to judge people by appearances; dyed hair, tattoos, and earrings didn’t necessarily mean they were bad people.

She was about to walk away when suddenly her arm was grabbed.

The man behind her pulled her into the building: "Get inside first."

Renee walked inside and quietly asked, "Has something happened?"

The man’s tone was icy, "Don’t ask, hide in that inner room."

With that, the man went back outside.

Renee didn’t hide and continued eating the bread inside.

Voices came from outside.

"Brother Liam, you really made it hard for us to find you."

Another voice, "We searched The Quadrangle and almost dug up graves looking for you."

Yet another voice, "The Fifth Master sent us to pick you up, let’s go, Brother Liam."

Rhys Tierney replied mildly, "My colleague went to buy food. I’ll go see The Fifth Master once I’ve finished handing things over with him."

"We can wait, but The Fifth Master might not. He said he wants to see you now."

"Brother Liam, you value camaraderie the most, don’t make it difficult for the brothers."

"Brother Liam should know The Fifth Master’s temper, he’s been looking for you for so long, he can’t wait any longer."

Renee sat anxiously inside the gas station, listening to the conversation outside, her heart tightening.

Suddenly, a blond head peeked into the building, grinning mischievously: "Oh, no wonder Brother Liam didn’t want to come with us, he’s hiding his treasure here."

The blond man licked his lips rogueishly and whistled playfully at Renee.

Rhys grabbed the blond man’s arm, "I’ll go with you, don’t trouble her."

Renee wasn’t the type to meddle in others’ business or lend a helping hand randomly.

But just now, the man at the gas station helped her, and now that he’s in trouble, she can’t just stand by and watch.

With Jack Yates as her talisman, she believes she can help him.

Seeing the man about to leave with the three gang members, Renee Winslow ran out and grabbed his arm: "Brother, I’m going with you."

Rhys Tierney glared at her: "Get lost, mind your own business."

Blondie pulled Renee Winslow into his arms, grinning: "Since little sis wants to come with us, let’s take her. She can entertain us on the way."

Rhys Tierney said nothing more, shut the door, and placed the keys under the mat.

Renee Winslow followed them into a six-seater van, and after they had driven far away, she picked up her phone to call Jack Yates; she had long since memorized his number.

Blondie pressed her hand, giving her a sinister grin: "What are you trying to do, little sis? Calling the cops?"

Renee Winslow gave him a sweet smile: "I’m just calling my uncle to let him know I won’t be coming back tonight."

Saying this, she showed Blondie the phone screen with the call interface.

"See, brother? I’m not calling 110; it’s my uncle’s number."

Blondie, smitten by her calling him "brother" so sweetly, patted her leg: "Go ahead and call."

Once the call connected, Renee Winslow immediately began to speak: "Uncle, I won’t be coming back tonight. I’m at a friend’s place, don’t worry, The Fifth Master is very good to me..."

Before she could finish, Blondie snatched the phone from her hand and cursed angrily: "Fuck you, tipping someone off?"

Renee Winslow was indeed tipping off Jack Yates; that’s why she deliberately mentioned "The Fifth Master," believing that with Jack Yates’s intelligence, he’d know she was in danger.

The reason she didn’t mention Jack Yates is that she wasn’t sure if any of these three gang members had killed someone before.

If one of them had killed before and heard Jack Yates’s name, they might, to eliminate risk, kill her in the wilderness and go on the run.

Most of these low-level gangsters in the underworld act on impulse and whim, without much thought.

But The Fifth Master is different; someone in a top position has brains and deep schemes. For power and status, The Fifth Master would never dare to offend Jack Yates.

To be safe, she dared not mention Jack Yates directly in front of these people, planning to mention him only after meeting The Fifth Master.

Renee Winslow blinked her watery eyes, looking innocent as she said, "I wasn’t, I was just telling my uncle not to worry."

Blondie sneered: "Then why the hell did you mention The Fifth Master?"

Renee Winslow maintained her innocent look: "I heard you guys mention The Fifth Master, I thought he was an elder of yours."

Though Blondie knew she was pretending, he wasn’t angry; instead, he pinched her cheek with a laugh: "I’ve never seen such a pure girl, she’s really a treasure."

Renee Winslow timidly tried to move aside, but Blondie suddenly hugged her.

Rhys Tierney pressed down on Blondie’s shoulder, his voice icy: "Let her go." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Rather than letting go, Blondie held her tighter, tauntingly saying: "Rhys Tierney, you can’t even protect yourself, how can you protect your woman? If you lend her to me to play with for a while, maybe I’ll even put in a good word for you with The Fifth Master."

Rhys Tierney pressed hard on his shoulder, his brows fierce: "If you don’t let go, no one’s leaving tonight."

The tattooed man next to Rhys Tierney tried to persuade him: "Alright, alright, Brother Drake, don’t let your hormones rule you, let go of the sister-in-law."

As the van approached the overpass, it was suddenly surrounded.

All around, four military-style black G-Wagons forced the silver-gray van to stop.

"Fuck!"

Blondie cursed and pushed the door open to get out.

The other two also jumped out of the car.

Renee Winslow didn’t get out; she wasn’t sure if those four cars were sent by Jack Yates and didn’t dare to rush down.

Rhys Tierney didn’t get out either, looking at her darkly.

Renee Winslow met his gaze and gave him a small smile.

The four black G-Wagons opened their doors simultaneously, and from each emerged two tall, imposing bodyguards, all dressed in suits.

Blondie, the tattooed man, and the man with the earpiece looked at one another, stunned by the scene before them.

Soon after, a man in a black suit stepped out of the passenger seat of one of the G-Wagons.

The man stood tall and imposing, his eyes deep and cold like a storm.

When Renee Winslow saw it was Jack Yates, all the grievances she held back overflowed at that moment, and tears cascaded down her face.

Jack Yates strode toward the van, each step he took forcing Blondie to retreat.

Renee Winslow hurriedly got out of the car, looking at Jack Yates with tear-filled eyes.

The situation she was in today was caused by Jack Yates, yet now only Jack Yates could save her.

Her feelings toward Jack Yates were complicated, unable to discern whether it was love or hate.

All she knew was that for the next two years, she could only be tied to Jack Yates.

Jack Yates was her road of no return, once entangled with the mob, there was no way back.

In the night, Jack Yates, walking toward her with a fierce aura, seemed like he had emerged from the depths of hell.

Renee Winslow pressed her lips, trembling slightly as she looked at him.

"Don’t be afraid." Jack Yates pulled her into his arms, kissed her face, and said, "I’m here."