The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 120: So, She Had Been Threatened All Along

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: So, She Had Been Threatened All Along

Yelena Hughes received a phone call before she was off work.

At first, she thought it was a scam, but after speaking with Anne, she rushed out with a troubled look on her face.

Inside the police station.

A woman was cursing at Anne, pointing angrily, "You’re so young—couldn’t you do something better? You steal, who taught you that? Where are your parents?"

Anne was frightened, sitting motionless on the chair.

Yelena hurried over, instinctively stepping in front of Anne, "I’m her sister. If you have something to say, say it to me."

The woman looked Yelena up and down, her manicured finger almost poking Yelena in the eye.

"Your sister stole something. We caught her red-handed—I’m going to make sure she goes to jail!"

Yelena shielded Anne behind her, while a police officer who’d just finished the record said, "The stolen item is quite valuable."

He pointed at a jewelry box on the table, inside was a Cartier bracelet.

"I just bought it, just left the mall—then she stole it from me." The woman grew angrier as she spoke, "I’m not accepting any apology. Let the law decide how many years she gets."

Yelena turned around—this was a criminal case now.

"Anne, what really happened?"

Shockingly, the fear had vanished from Anne’s face, replaced by utter despair, "Sis, I took it, I stole it. Let them arrest me—I’ll go to prison."

"What nonsense are you saying!" Yelena’s voice turned sharp, "Tell me, did you run into trouble?"

Anne shook her head, just like that day in the movie theater, her eyes just reddened, "Sis, don’t bother with me anymore. If I’m in prison, all the better."

Yelena clenched her fist, "Officer, I’d like to see the surveillance from where it happened. Is that possible?"

"We checked—there’s no surveillance over there. But the lady’s bracelet is indeed newly bought, and your sister has already confessed—so..."

Yelena blurted out, No—A crime?

But facing a policeman who only dealt in evidence, could she override Anne’s confession with vague talk of ’trust’?

"I paid over eighty thousand for this bracelet. That’s enough to put her away for years."

The woman waved her hand impatiently, "Just hurry up and lock her up."

Anne seemed resigned, even thinking that maybe it should be this way. She felt exhausted living every day—if prison meant release for her, she’d take it.

When Yelena heard the word ’detention,’ her mind went blank.

With Anne’s honest confession, she couldn’t think of a solution.

She only thought of something Jasper Yale had said before—that she could go to him if she ever needed anything.

Nancy Alden heard the phone ring and glanced over, not seeing clearly who was calling. Jasper answered the call quickly.

"Hello."

"Young Master."

Yelena was stuck on the line, not knowing how to start, even feeling too ashamed to ask him for help.

"I... ran into a bit of trouble, and I wanted your help."

"What happened?"

How could Yelena explain it?

Her mind was a mess, "My sister’s at the police station—they want to detain her."

"Which police station?"

After Yelena told him, she heard a woman’s voice on the other end, "Jasper, who is it?"

The voice wasn’t unfamiliar to Yelena, but she couldn’t hang up now—she needed Jasper’s help.

"I’ll head over now."

The tension wound up tight inside Yelena finally loosened, "Thank you, Young Master."

Nancy Alden watched him put his phone away; Jasper told the driver to turn around.

"Who’s in trouble? Why are we headed to the police station?"

"Yelena Hughes’ sister—seems there’s been some trouble." Jasper’s gaze fell on Nancy’s face, "Just a quick stop, won’t affect dinner."

"If it’s escalated to the police, it must be serious. Of course we should help if we can,"

Nancy Alden lightly wrapped her arm around Jasper’s, "I’m not that petty."

Some things, she’d slowly started to come to terms with these days—like her injured leg being made public. Jasper’s decisions—crying herself to death wouldn’t change them.

The car soon pulled up at the police station entrance. Yelena was squatting on the curb, her head hanging.

Upon hearing the commotion, she immediately stood up. Jasper didn’t get out of the car, just rolled down the window, "What happened?"

Yelena looked up and saw Nancy sitting next to Jasper.

The words she’d gathered all her courage to say suddenly became hard to get out.

"My sister... has been accused of stealing something. She’s still inside."

Nancy Alden looked shocked, glancing at the man beside her but didn’t say anything.

"What did she steal?" Jasper’s voice was cold as ice.

"A bracelet, apparently worth over eighty thousand."

To Yelena, the man’s silence felt like something that could crush her into the ground.

Nancy Alden’s gaze swept past Jasper, resting on Yelena.

Some people just couldn’t escape fate, no matter how hard they tried.

"Jasper, lend a hand. After all, Miss Hughes’ sister is still so young—probably just made a stupid mistake."

If the sneaky photos were small-time, this time the law had truly been broken.

Yelena couldn’t even bring herself to claim Anne was innocent.

She believed, but others would never believe.

"Hailey Jenkins, go in and handle this."

"Yes, sir."

Yelena’s fingers brushed the car door handle, but Nancy Alden’s mocking look told her everything.

How could she ever hope Jasper would go in himself and solve this for her?

Was it worth risking Young Master Yale’s reputation for just a few tens of thousands?

Hailey Jenkins soon approached Yelena, "Miss Hughes, let’s go."

Nancy Alden saw how Yelena looked lost—it only took something with Anne for someone to nip her weak spot.

"Jasper," Nancy nudged his arm, "Why don’t you go in yourself? I’m fine, I’ll just wait in the car."

Yelena knew she shouldn’t hope for anything, but her eyes betrayed a spark of hope.

Jasper stared at Yelena through the street lights beginning to glow—her face fraught and helpless.

"Hailey Jenkins will help you—don’t be scared, just bring your sister home first."

She should be endlessly grateful, but at that moment, Yelena found herself wishing he’d stay, even if he did nothing at all.

She couldn’t cling—could only whisper thanks.

The car slowly pulled away. Yelena withdrew her gaze, hiding the disappointment in her eyes, letting sheer grit prop up her sagging shoulders.

"Hailey Jenkins, sorry to trouble you."

"Miss Hughes, you’re too polite."

After a long while, Yelena was finally able to bring Anne out.

There were still suspicious parts to this case—it’d need thorough investigation. Yelena hadn’t gone in, nor heard how Hailey Jenkins resolved things; anyway, she could take Anne home for now.

Anne was disturbingly silent. On the way back, Yelena didn’t press her about today’s events.

After dinner, Yelena made sure Anne took her medicine and told her to sleep early.

Yelena stayed by her side until Anne was asleep before getting up.

She dug out Anne’s phone. Yelena knew something had definitely happened—otherwise Anne wouldn’t be like this.

The messages had been wiped clean, but Yelena wouldn’t give up.

She opened the contacts, then WhatsApp, searching one by one.

Finally, she found a suspicious WhatsApp account—only an avatar showed, no name.

Yelena tried to piece together today’s and last time’s events in her mind. She was a journalist, so sensitive to such details, and knew how to get people talking.

"I did what you asked."

After typing those words, Yelena sent the message.

Even if this wasn’t the right account, worst case she’d just get called crazy.

But the person replied quickly. "Very good."

Yelena’s hands trembled, "Where’s what I asked for?"

If the other person didn’t have anything, surely it wouldn’t make Anne so obedient.

As the phone vibrated, Yelena received a video.

She took a deep breath and tapped it open with her finger.