The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 111: Take a Good Look—Do You Know Who You’re Trying to Hit?

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Take a Good Look—Do You Know Who You’re Trying to Hit?

Nancy Alden’s eyes quickly became red as she heard the footsteps approaching from behind.

"What’s the matter?"

Jasper Yale’s tone was clear and cool, and Josephine walked to his side, relaying everything she said loud and clear for Yelena Hughes to hear.

"Miss was inside just now and encountered an ignorant girl," Josephine pointed at Anne Hughes, "saying Miss is a cripple, that disabled people shouldn’t come out and embarrass themselves."

"Impossible!" Yelena Hughes firmly interrupted Josephine, "My sister wouldn’t say such things."

Her sister Anne is the gentlest, she wouldn’t even think of retaliating if bullied, let alone attack someone.

Yelena Hughes glanced at Nancy Alden in the wheelchair.

"Miss Alden, it seems you like to make an issue out of your legs a lot, maybe try a different storyline next time."

"Yelena Hughes." Jasper Yale called her name, but the words that followed never came out.

Was this him stopping her, not letting her continue?

Nancy Alden’s chest heaved as if she had suffered great grievance, "You protect your sister, understandably, but you shouldn’t expose my scars like this."

"Isn’t that so?" Yelena Hughes spread her arms, protectively surrounding Anne like a little chick.

"Every time you go against me, you just use this trick, relying on your legs for sympathy not once, but twice. You’re just taking advantage of Jasper Yale being here, and knowing he indulges this kind of thing from you."

Yelena Hughes didn’t want to provoke Nancy Alden, but now Nancy was publicly wronging Anne, what was the idea here?

"Jasper Yale—"

Nancy Alden, sitting in her wheelchair, tugged at Jasper Yale’s sleeve, too aggrieved to speak.

Josephine lightly shook her head, seemingly finding Yelena’s actions unreasonable.

"This is your sister, right? Miss Hughes, don’t be so blindly protective, she really said those words."

Yelena didn’t even need to ask Anne for confirmation, "I find it funny how free you all are, making such a fuss over a few words. Isn’t Miss Alden afraid of being laughed at?"

Jasper Yale listened to her words, so sharp. Family is Yelena’s only bottom line, once anyone touches it, she becomes as fierce as a tiger.

Nancy Alden’s cold gaze fixed on Anne, who was hiding behind, without saying a word.

But as their eyes met, Anne was so scared she bent over.

She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Nancy Alden hid her satisfaction invisibly, "She even pointed her phone at me to take pictures. If you don’t believe me, check her phone."

Anne was momentarily stunned, then immediately jammed her hand into her pocket.

No, they can’t look at her phone.

Jasper Yale seemed uninvolved in this matter, more like an onlooker. But upon hearing this, his gaze also fell on Anne.

She was panicked, clutching her pocket tightly, which was suspicious.

No matter what Nancy Alden did before, if Anne really did take photos of her this time, it would indeed be an issue.

"Did you take pictures?" Jasper’s words held no anger, yet they sounded indifferent.

Anne glanced at Nancy, unable to utter a single word in defense.

Yelena put down her hands, turned around, and looked at her sister’s terrified face.

She felt truly heartbroken; it was rare for her to have time to take her sister out, and it was all ruined.

"Anne, give me the phone, we can’t let them wrongly accuse us of something we didn’t do."

Anne shook her head, her eyes were red, "Sister, I really didn’t take any pictures."

"I know, of course I believe you."

Yelena reached into Anne’s pocket, touching her cold fingers, "If they don’t believe, then let’s prove it to them."

Anne’s back was pressed tightly against the wall, she felt Yelena had already reached her phone.

She wished she could disappear into the wall, "No, sister..."

Nancy Alden just watched, anyone witnessing this scene would think Anne felt guilty.

She surely wouldn’t dare let Yelena see her phone, after all, there were not-so-small secrets hidden in it.

"Anne."

Yelena didn’t even know what came over her.

"Jasper, tell me, what benefit do they get from doing this?" Josephine stood by Nancy, protective, "Miss is already pitiful enough, must you add insult to injury?"

Jasper saw Anne still holding on, refusing to let go.

"Yelena Hughes, you’d better make sure your sister gives a reasonable explanation."

Yelena turned to Jasper, "She couldn’t possibly do something like this."

Smack—

A slap resounded in Yelena’s ear.

When she turned back, Josephine had already retreated to Nancy’s side, "If your parents won’t discipline you, I’ll do it for them."

Yelena looked at Anne’s face, the slap was heavy, and a red handprint immediately appeared.

Red filled her eyes with anger, yet Anne neither cried nor made a scene, just covered it with her hand, "Sister, can we go home? I don’t hurt."

Her little sister Anne had never been hit, not once growing up; their parents couldn’t bear it, and neither could she.

Yelena’s anger surged around her, her eyes turned cold, a chill that seeped to the bone.

She gently touched Anne’s face, then turned around.

She rushed to the wheelchair, raising her hand to slap, Nancy never imagined Yelena would come for her.

"Ah—"

Just as she was about to raise her hands to shield her face, Jasper Yale grabbed Yelena’s wrist.

Nancy couldn’t believe it, "You actually want to hit me?"

Jasper’s grip wasn’t tight, but enough to stop Yelena, he also didn’t expect her to be so bold.

"Even if you’re blinded by anger, see clearly who you’re trying to hit."

Yelena understood, with Jasper around, her slap would neither land nor was it worthy of landing on Nancy.

Her sister Anne got slapped and had to accept her bad luck.

Yelena lowered her eyes, seemingly resigned.

Jasper felt her slender wrist; her hand lost its strength, soft.

He let go, and Yelena took a step aside.

Josephine’s eyes angled upward, even before Yelena’s arm had lowered, she slapped it back onto her face.

The slap sounded sharper, crisper than before.

Josephine’s body tilted, spinning halfway on the spot, she was shocked, her face so numb with pain, she only realized she had been slapped at her age.

Yelena returned to Anne, glanced at her face.

Nancy, in her wheelchair, gaped, "Yelena Hughes, you actually..."

Even at home, Jasper Yale would give Josephine a bit of face, but now being hit, her mouth was filled with a metallic taste.

Nancy clenched her fists, her gaze piercing toward Anne, "Did I wrong you? If I did, I apologize! Don’t hide and stay silent, I have ways to make you speak the truth!"

She almost spat out the words through clenched teeth.

Anne’s back chilled, she knew what these words meant.

Her expression turned complicated as she looked at Yelena, then closed her eyes.

Her lips trembled as she uttered the words.

"It was me, I took the pictures, I admit it."