The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 57: An Incident, an Omen

Jasper Yale’s figure suddenly froze, looking at Yelena Hughes with a cold, dark glimmer in his eyes.

She saw Jasper take two steps back, then turn and walk downstairs.

Yelena’s expression was about to relax, but then she remembered her phone was still on him.

She hurried to catch up and stopped him, "Young Master Yale, my phone."

Jasper looked down, appearing distant and unapproachable. Yelena couldn’t just write it off; after all, it was worth a few thousand bucks.

She cautiously reached out, her fingers touching the pocket of Jasper’s coat.

But this was Young Master Yale—could she just casually dig into his pockets?

Yelena looked carefully at his expression, "Can I take it?"

"Take it."

Yelena reached in; his pocket was large, the fabric soft, her fingers felt as if they touched a cushion of down.

But Jasper immediately pressed down on her hand through the pocket, holding her hand firmly in place. Yelena’s first instinct was to pull her hand out.

It wasn’t even late at night yet; what if someone came by in the hallway?

Then the gossip would start—there goes the Hughes, a girl turned delinquent! 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

But Yelena’s hand was held tightly, her face flushed, and her breathing grew rapid, "Young Master Yale, please..."

"Yelena, what are you doing?"

Yelena abruptly stopped her actions, stiffly raising her head inch by inch, seeing Lindsay Walsh and Anne Hughes leaning over the third-floor railing, looking down.

Yelena’s face turned beet red. Lindsay saw Jasper and warmly said, "Don’t just stand there, invite the guest upstairs to sit."

"No need." Jasper didn’t wish to go upstairs, nor did he want to deal with the Hughes’ hospitality—waste of time.

He released his hold, and Yelena quickly withdrew her hand, wiping her palm on her pants.

Jasper narrowed his almond eyes slightly, what did that mean—disdain him?

"Yelena, keep Yale from leaving just yet, I’ll go upstairs to fetch something." Lindsay quickly returned inside.

Jasper heard that nickname and immediately showed his displeasure—Yale sounded like "jade," not only sounding feminine but also unpleasant!

He walked over to Yelena, pulled out the phone, and shoved it at her.

When Lindsay came down carrying a bag of eggs, Jasper had already left.

She wanted to run downstairs, "Where’s Yale?"

"Mom, just keep them for ourselves."

"These are fresh farm eggs, delicious from free-range chickens."

Yelena didn’t want her sincere gesture to go to waste again, she held onto her mom’s arm, "He doesn’t eat farm eggs; he’s too good for that."

Lindsay nudged her arm, "All the medicine in the house is from him. No matter what, he saved Anne’s life."

Yelena nodded, walked over to Anne’s side, and held her arm as well.

Mom was right, Anne had been sick for so many years, and they’d all been so exhausted. It had been a long time since they’d had such a peaceful life.

...

That day, Madeline Forest had the day off, and Yelena Hughes arranged to have hotpot with her.

Dean Holloway saw her wanting to leave right after work, "Where are you off to?"

"Going to eat with a friend."

Dean was not pleased to hear this, "Invite me too then."

"No way, you’re a guy—it’s inconvenient." Yelena was mainly afraid she’d slip up; if Dean found out she had been to The Sovereign Club, he’d definitely ask for every detail.

"You heartless one," Dean joked, "I’ll let you off today, but the day after tomorrow is my birthday. I’ve already booked the place, you have to come!"

How could Yelena forget, she had already prepared a gift.

"I won’t forget your birthday, I’ll be there for sure."

"That’s more like it!"

When Yelena arrived at the hotpot restaurant, Madeline was already seated, waving her over. "Yelena, here."

Madeline liked spicy food and had just ordered a super spicy soup base when Yelena vetoed it. "Your wound is scabbing over, during recovery you should eat bland foods, let’s get the tomato broth."

She complied, and after ordering, Yelena poured her a glass of lemon water.

"Madeline, how have you been lately?"

"Really good."

Yelena felt she was probably overthinking, but asked anyway, "That Master Thorne, did he ever show up at The Sovereign Club again?"

"No, Chester said that even if he did, they’d arrange for me to avoid him."

That set Yelena at ease, "I was worried he’d give you trouble. Thinking about it now, he probably forgot about both of us ages ago."

These playboys meet new faces every day, Yelena was just overthinking, dreaming something might happen.

"Oh right, yesterday I accidently broke a guest’s vase."

Yelena lifted her eyes, "What vase?"

"I don’t know, just lots of people bringing in jars and stuff. I thought I broke an antique, scared me to death."

Madeline, still somewhat fearful as she recalled, "If they told me it was worth fifty grand, I’d have been scared to death."

"So how did it get resolved?"

"The owner seemed nice and didn’t fuss at me, said it was fake and worthless." Madeline popped a candy in her mouth, "Just made me sign something."

"Sign what?" Yelena felt uneasy at that.

"Just my name, they said it was standard."

Yelena tightened her grip on the water glass, "Did you look at the content carefully? You shouldn’t just sign names carelessly."

"Don’t worry, I looked it over, no problem at all."

Still, Yelena felt something off, "Madeline, why do I feel like something’s going to happen."

"No way, what could they want from me? They gonna sell me or what!"

Madeline hadn’t worked long at The Sovereign Club and was fresh to society, her outlook simple.

She didn’t have money, wasn’t beautiful enough, nobody would bother wasting time on her.

After dinner, all the way home, Yelena was preoccupied.

At this point, she could only hope nothing would go wrong.

Things were going well for her now, and Madeline needed to be okay too.

Two days later.

Dean’s birthday was booked at The Mariner’s Club, Yelena knew his family had wealth, "It’s really expensive there."

"Your brother can afford it, no worries."

Everyone from the department came. Yelena, not great with alcohol, had a few drinks of both spirits and beer, leaving her head buzzing.

The private room was a cacophony of terrible karaoke, she couldn’t stand it. "I’m going to the restroom."

She stumbled out, feeling her way along the walls, looking for the restroom, only to stumble into someone’s arms.

A faint, cold scent overwhelmed her, one that had haunted her many nights.

An arm wrapped around her waist, sending an electric shock through her, prompting her to step back. When she looked up and recognized the face before her, she lowered her head, wanting to flee.

"Yelena Hughes."

Just the simplest of names, yet Jasper had a teasing lilt in his voice.