The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 151: Miss, So Beautiful and Cool

Lily Jewel stood to the side, pinching her voice and said, "Young Master, she’s all unclear with Master Thorne, and she’s worked in that kind of place, you..."

Yelena Hughes kept her lips sealed throughout, not uttering a word.

She didn’t say, Young Master, take me away, let me hitch a ride with you.

Someone as proud as Jasper Yale would never bow his head willingly.

She disdained asking for his help, so help was unnecessary.

Jasper Yale walked out on his own, and Hailey Jenkins also left.

Isla Jennings stared at Yelena Hughes with a look of amusement, "See, Young Master is done playing and that’s it. Did you think he saw you as something precious?"

Yelena Hughes gently rubbed the place where she’d been hit; she didn’t have an umbrella, but luckily the rain wasn’t heavy, just leaving a thin layer of damp mist on her body.

"You hit me here, if Master Thorne hears about it, how ugly would that be? If you have the guts, Miss Jennings, come with me..."

Yelena Hughes said, walking away.

A black car rolled over the wet ground, water stains lingering on the window’s glass, Jasper Yale stared out the window in thought.

In the hazy view, he suddenly saw a motorcycle speeding by.

Hailey Jenkins also noticed, "It seems to be Miss Hughes."

"What?"

Jasper Yale looked carefully, certain it was her.

The drizzling rain seemed to have stopped, and Jasper Yale rolled down the car window, allowing him to see clearly.

There was a traffic light up ahead; Yelena Hughes applied the brakes, her long legs extended to the ground, knee-high boots hugging her deep blue jeans.

Her long hair flapped, accompanied by a black helmet.

She was bundled up tight, gloved hands tugging at her mask upward.

Yelena Hughes didn’t notice Jasper Yale’s car beside her; she turned her head to glance behind her, spotting Isla Jennings’ sports car closely trailing.

Jasper Yale looked and could only see Yelena Hughes’ eyes.

Both dashing and cold.

The light turned green, Yelena Hughes withdrew her long legs, accelerating even faster than a car, darting away instantly.

Isla Jennings pressed hard on the gas, chasing closely from behind.

Jasper Yale finally spoke, "Follow them."

Driving such a motorcycle, Yelena Hughes became the brightest sight on the road.

But while others sat in warmly heated cars, how could they understand Yelena Hughes’ desperate plight as she escaped for her life?

Isla Jennings nearly floored the gas pedal, but on city roads, who would let her rampage around?

Several times, she was nearly in a collision.

Lily Jewel gripped the seatbelt tightly, "Ah, Isla, maybe we should stop!"

She truly regretted getting in the car; these two were both maniacs!

Yelena Hughes headed north, getting farther from home with every moment.

In front lay mountain forests, and an inky night, Jasper Yale watched her figure closely, weaving effortlessly through the darkness.

Yelena Hughes had been here before; nearby roads were under construction, leaving many dead ends.

At night, this place was even more deserted.

As she descended from the bridge, the car’s wheels felt the rough road, Yelena Hughes gripped the steering wheel tightly, scared of being flung off.

Isla Jennings gritted her teeth, "This is better, she deserves to crash and die."

"Isla, calm down, just teach her a lesson..."

Isla Jennings’ sports car, with its low chassis, seemed to hit some rocks, a banging sound echoed.

Yelena Hughes braked in front, turning around on her bike, her body shrouded by the bike’s headlights, she seemed to see more cars behind the sports car.

There was no time for a closer look, she raised her right hand, pointing a finger at Isla Jennings.

Wasn’t this sheer provocation?

"Ah——"

Isla Jennings went mad, stomping her high heels down hard.

Yelena Hughes’ motorcycle was swift; with just a rev, she shot forward.

The road ahead was gravel, and after this stretch, the streetlights disappeared; Jasper Yale sat in the car, listening to the sharp sound of the tires over the rocks.

Yelena Hughes sped up, and Isla Jennings pursued even harder, nearly close enough to send Yelena’s motorcycle flying.

Lily Jewel had never seen such recklessness, "Slow down, help——"

"Shut up!"

Just a tiny bit more, and she’d catch up, intent on running over Yelena Hughes’ vehicle.

Yelena Hughes was also tense, cold sweat drenched her entirely, the inside of her palms in her leather gloves soaked.

She reached the front, took a sharp turn, the bike swerved quickly, nearly tossing Yelena to the ground as she pressed the brake.

The bike leaned towards the ground, one leg propping against it forcefully, her thigh straining, an aching pull on the artery.

Bang——

The sound of a crash came almost simultaneously.

Isla Jennings’ car couldn’t evade, slamming into a thick tree.

Yelena Hughes took off her helmet, her hair a bit misshapen, and she ran her fingers through it several times.

She breathed slightly, after all, the fear was still there, but her eyes shone brightly, exuding a sense of mischievous triumph.

Yelena Hughes’ looks, pure yet with a hint of charm, when her eyes and brows arched, she did indeed resemble the vixen women scorned.

With a swing of her long legs, she dismounted the bike.

Holding her helmet, smiling, she walked to the side of the sports car and leaned to take a look.

The airbags had deployed, they wouldn’t die.

But inside, the two women had been hit and were dazed, Isla Jennings trembling all over like a fool.

Yelena Hughes tightened her grip on the helmet, really wanting to smash it onto the car window.

Suddenly, a spotlight pierced into her eyes, and Yelena shielded them instinctively with her hand.

She squinted, lazily like a little fox, noticing someone stepping out of a car.

With approaching footsteps, Yelena saw who it was, placing her helmet on her hip, "Why is Young Master here?"

"I almost witnessed a murder."

"Murder?" Yelena Hughes walked to her motorcycle, unfazed, "Who’s murdering who?"

Isla Jennings’ sports car was badly damaged, the front caving in, Yelena sat on her bike ready to leave, but before she could start it, another person had climbed on the back seat.

Yelena Hughes, long legs on the ground, turned her head to look at him, "What are you doing?"

"How did I never realize you had such skills?"

"What skill, really? Motorbike licenses aren’t hard to learn."

Yelena Hughes placed her hand on her leg, "Young Master, it’s too cold on my bike, you better get off."

Jasper Yale leaned forward, lifting Yelena Hughes’ hand and removing her glove.

His fingers slipped inside, feeling her warmth, Yelena watched his fingers fill the space.

Isla Jennings came to her senses, cradling her dazed head, she pushed open the car door intending to get out.

Jasper stepped off the bike, kicking firmly on the door just cracked open, the door slammed shut tightly, scaring Isla into staying motionless inside.

Seeing this, Yelena Hughes started the motorcycle intending to leave.