The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 15: Can’t Stand It? Take It Off Then

Nancy Alden stared closely at Jasper Yale’s face, not missing a single reaction.

His expression was indifferent, his voice was indifferent, "No."

She forced a smile, "That’s good, Jasper, do not get entangled with other women, I can’t handle that."

"I won’t."

Yelena Hughes went outside The Summit Gardens to wait, and after her feet got sore from standing, she squatted down.

After a long time, Hailey Jenkins handed her a few boxes of medicine, and just as Yelena Hughes was about to reach out to take them, she saw his arm lower.

"Miss Hughes..."

"I know what you want to say, and please believe me, I’m not someone who overestimates myself. As long as Young Master gives me the medicine, I will keep my mouth shut tight, nothing has ever happened between us."

Hailey Jenkins stuffed the medicine into her hands; this woman was clear-headed and didn’t need him to say another useless word.

She thought her life would get back on track, and indeed, for the next half month, she was tranquil and at ease.

That day, Yelena Hughes was off and had just finished preparing dinner when she received a call from Dean Holloway.

"Hey, sister, hurry over to The Primrose Teahouse."

"What for?"

"Nonsense, come quickly! I finally got a chance to interview a big shot."

Yelena Hughes quickly returned to the room and opened her wardrobe.

She didn’t have many decent clothes; her eyes fixed on the dress in the far corner, the one Jasper Yale made her wear back.

She carefully took it out of the garment bag and put it on.

Yelena Hughes hurried to The Primrose Teahouse and stood at the door of the prearranged private room, raising her hand to knock.

Dean Holloway opened the door in a rush, and Yelena Hughes didn’t notice anything unusual on his face.

She walked straight in, passed a screen, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Incense burned in the private room, and a man sat on an inconspicuous chair, with long fingers playing with a string of beads.

He moved them one by one, not saying a word, yet exuding an imposing aura.

And in the room, aside from Jasper Yale, there was also Nancy Alden.

Yelena Hughes turned to leave but was stopped by someone.

She thought her affair with Jasper Yale had been exposed, and then she heard the sound of a wheelchair being pushed over.

"I have no grudges against you, why do you want to harm me?"

Yelena Hughes looked at the woman in the wheelchair, Nancy Alden threw over a stack of photos.

She didn’t raise her hand to block, the sharp edge scraped open her eyelid, it hurt.

The photos scattered at Yelena Hughes’s feet, she looked down at them. Nancy Alden lying in the hospital bed was captured clearly, her eyes tightly closed, even being carried and having her body wiped...

Anyone who saw it would know she was completely incapable of taking care of herself.

Yelena Hughes’s eyes filled with amazement, "Where did these photos come from?"

"You didn’t know?"

"Miss Alden, you misunderstood. Even if I had the courage, I wouldn’t dare do such a thing."

Nancy Alden had been in a coma for a year, almost couldn’t wake up. Now sitting in the wheelchair, she was visibly thinner and gaunt compared to before.

"I know I look appallingly ugly now, but what good does it do for you to publish my photos?"

"I really don’t know about this matter."

A male voice cut through the incense-laden air, cold and indifferent, as if he was just watching a play, yet subtly controlling everything, chilling to the bone.

"If I’m not mistaken, when you entered the hospital room last time, didn’t you have a pinhole camera on you?"

Dean Holloway listened from the side, his legs shaking with nerves.

He always knew Yelena Hughes was digging into Nancy Alden’s news; hearing this, it seemed she was in dire straits tonight.

Yelena Hughes bent down to pick up the photos from the ground, looked at a few carefully.

"Young Master, you were there that day too, when I went in, she was already lying there, so these photos of her being wiped weren’t taken by me."

But Jasper Yale didn’t trust her, after all, hadn’t she taken photos of Felix Wood right in front of him?

"Star Reporter Hughes is resourceful, who’s to say she didn’t bribe the caregivers?"

If someone earnestly wanted to throw dirt on her, she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to.

Nancy Alden lowered her eyelashes, looking pitiful, "My parents are dead, isn’t there enough for you to report on?"

"If this appearance of mine gets out again, how am I supposed to keep living?"

Listening to this, Yelena Hughes really seemed malicious.

Dean Holloway’s forehead was dotted with sweat, his throat tight, "I took those photos, and the report was something I was planning to release."

Yelena Hughes quickly grabbed his arm, "What are you talking about?"

Dean Holloway could see it; Nancy Alden was targeting Yelena Hughes. This thing wouldn’t end well, he had to take the blame for his sister.

"You?" Jasper Yale seemed to look down on his ability.

Yelena Hughes’s ears were filled with the nerve-wracking sound of Jasper Yale handling the beads, Dean Holloway wanted to stand up and explain.

"This really has nothing to do with her, I was the one staking out..."

Bang—

Yelena Hughes only saw him sway twice, stumbled, and fell, his head landing right on her foot.

She couldn’t see who hit Dean Holloway, but blood began to trickle from his head, streaming down his big face.

Jasper Yale watched Yelena Hughes’s reaction coldly, surprised she could be so calm, her jaw tightened, took a step back.

Blood was on her shoes, a striking red, alarming to the eyes.

Dean Holloway was in so much pain he almost cried out, he was wrong, one really shouldn’t offend high and mighty people, they could squash them like an ant.

He reached to touch Yelena Hughes’s shoe, but she was indifferent, kicking his hand away.

Jasper Yale raised his eyes slightly, finding it quite interesting.

Nancy Alden wheeled herself over to Jasper Yale’s side, "Don’t use violence, it’s so bloody, it’s frightening."

"They harmed you, deserved."

Deserved to die.

A few nights of passion couldn’t compare to one Nancy Alden, could they?

Nancy Alden just noticed Yelena Hughes’s clothes didn’t fit well, examined closely, and her face went even paler.

"You..."

Nancy Alden looked over at Jasper Yale. "This dress, I showed it to you, you said you’d give it to me."

Jasper Yale’s gaze flitted to Yelena Hughes; this dress was bought a long time ago, it was Chanel’s new style back then. But just as it arrived, Nancy Alden had an accident.

He didn’t pay it any mind that day, just had Yelena Hughes put it on.

"It’s just a similar style."

Nancy Alden’s doubt deepened, "A dress worth over two hundred thousand, can she afford it?"

Yelena Hughes didn’t even know this dress was worth so much, if she had known, she might as well have sold it.

Jasper Yale looked indifferent, "It’s no big deal, if you don’t like seeing it on her, just have her take it off."

The trailing words made goosebumps crawl up Yelena Hughes’s back.