The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 3: If You Want to Trade, Try Different Terms

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: If You Want to Trade, Try Different Terms

Yelena Hughes nearly kneels beside Anne Hughes, panic taking over as she tries to pull her sister off the floor.

"Anne, don’t... don’t scare me."

Anne Hughes is convulsing violently, frightening the other diners in the restaurant.

Yelena Hughes holds her sister tightly in her arms as Anne mutters a barely coherent sentence, "Sis, help me... don’t let people see me... like this."

She’s never been like this before. Yelena Hughes turns to the nearby waiter, "Call an ambulance, quickly."

A couple passes by, and Anne convulses even more, her eyes roll back, and foam comes out of her mouth.

The woman, disgusted, covers her mouth and nose, "What the... that’s so gross."

Yelena Hughes quickly removes her coat, trying to cover Anne’s face.

At this moment, a man’s voice comes from behind, "Be careful she doesn’t bite her tongue."

Jasper Yale’s words had barely settled when Yelena Hughes sees Anne’s teeth clamping down uncontrollably.

Without thinking, she reaches over with her hand.

The sharp pain almost instantly tears into Yelena Hughes’s flesh, as Anne bites down hard on her finger bone. Her vision darkens from the pain, yet she continues to hold her sister tightly.

"Anne, don’t worry, it’ll be over soon."

The sisters huddle together, one lying down, the other kneeling.

So humble, helpless, and even desperate.

At this moment, Jasper Yale sits nearby, his silhouette lost in a whirlpool of light beams, cold and haughty.

He loses his appetite and stands to leave.

Yelena Hughes sees him about to walk past and musters the courage to speak, "Young Master Yale, please, can you give me some medicine?"

From her angle, all she can see is the coldness sweeping across the corner of his eye.

"Miss Hughes, it’s not whoever is weak who is justified."

Plead?

If this word were effective, there would have long been people kneeling outside Yale Pharmaceuticals.

When Anne was taken away by the ambulance, only Yelena Hughes was there as her sister.

Justin Sutton arrives at the hospital to find Yelena Hughes sitting outside the hospital room.

He approaches quickly, "Yelena."

She seems soulless and does not hear him.

Justin Sutton attempts to push open the hospital room door, only for her to grab him, "Anne is asleep."

"I’ll just take a look."

"What for?" Yelena Hughes quickly stands up, her eyes are swollen, clearly indicating she has been crying.

"The doctor said it was a heart condition inducing epilepsy. We can’t get the special medicine. This situation can’t be avoided in the future..."

Yelena Hughes, as if clutching a lifeline, grips Justin Sutton’s wrist tightly.

"You know him well, you must be able to get the medicine, right?"

Yelena Hughes also wants to have a normal relationship, to meet someone she likes, and try to be together.

Yet she is always shattered by the harsh reality.

Justin Sutton holds her tightly in his arms, "I’ll find a way."

"But my sister can’t wait," Yelena Hughes forces herself free, "she could lose her life anytime."

Justin Sutton paces restlessly, "I’ve pulled a lot of strings, but Young Master this time..."

He’s nearly losing it, wishing he could just go and snatch it.

Justin Sutton finally grits his teeth, "If worse comes to worse, I’ll resort to force."

"What kind of force?"

Seeing her serious expression, he comforts Yelena Hughes with a couple of words, "Men’s business, don’t worry about it."

Yelena Hughes took Anne out of the hospital that night. Afraid of worrying Mrs. Hughes, they didn’t mention the day’s events after returning home.

Yet a week later, Yelena Hughes still hadn’t seen any trace of the medicine. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The hope she cultivated gradually wore away, leaving only despair.

The Summit Gardens.

Yelena Hughes stood at the entrance for over an hour, even the bodyguard couldn’t help but glance at her twice, although they didn’t voice any intention to chase her away.

Assistant Hailey Jenkins glanced downstairs, "Young Master, should we invite her in?"

"Doesn’t she have legs of her own?"

Yelena Hughes grinds the grass underfoot, seeing it straighten up again when she lifts her foot, she stamps it back down.

After several repetitions, she finally steeled her resolve, saying to the bodyguard, "I want to see Young Master."

Soon after, Hailey Jenkins comes and personally leads Yelena Hughes upstairs.

The third floor hosts an activity room, and as Yelena Hughes walks in, she sees a tall, slender figure leaning against the table.

Jasper Yale is holding a cue, staring at the scattered balls on the pool table.

"Young Master, Miss Hughes is here."

Jasper Yale wears a black, low-cut shirt, the neckline revealing a faint glimpse of his strong chest line.

Yelena Hughes grips her phone tightly, stepping forward two paces to stand beside Jasper Yale, "I want to make a deal with Young Master."

Jasper Yale’s neckline is slightly askew, his Adam’s apple moving as his seductive voice rolls forth, "You’ve figured it out."

Yelena Hughes only has this card to play; perhaps playing it will result in defeat.

But she must try.

She opens her photo album, flipping to one picture to show him.

With a trembling wrist, Jasper Yale sees and takes her hand, "You’re shaking so much, how can I see?"

Yelena Hughes watches his expression intently, not seeing the imagined rage; his lips even curve with a hint of a smile.

Uneasy feelings swell inside her, worried she’ll panic.

"What’s your job?" Jasper Yale abruptly asks.

"Journalist."

"No wonder the photo is so clear."

Jasper Yale places the cue on the table, arms stretched forward, "You want to exchange the photo for medicine?"

"Yes."

"Miss Hughes, you have quite an appetite; aren’t you afraid of choking?"

Jasper Yale’s gaze is indifferent and oppressive, tapping his fingers twice on the table. "Besides, these photos show nothing more than an embrace, no further intimacy."

"As long as Miss Yale’s face is captured clearly, this will surely become explosive news. She’s your biological sister and a married woman."

Jasper Yale walks across, picks up the cue and begins aiming. The shirt neckline is too wide, revealing his prominent collarbone as he angles to his side, "They each have their own play."

His words almost render Yelena Hughes speechless.

"Young Master, using these photos for a few boxes of Heart Protection Peace, you won’t lose out."

Bang—

The table’s balls scatter forcefully, Jasper Yale approaches Yelena Hughes, causing her heart to tremble.

Taking a step back, Jasper Yale places a hand on her nape, "Afraid of me?"

Though he hasn’t applied much pressure, Yelena Hughes bumps hard into the pool table in front of her.

"Ouch ouch ouch, Young Master, please don’t be angry."

Jasper Yale glances at her sprawled beneath him, "Are you playing the injured party?"

His gaze falls lower as he squeezes between her legs, pressing down, reaching for Yelena Hughes’s phone.

She clutches it tightly in her palm, "I have negatives, even if deleted it won’t matter."

Jasper Yale laughs with scorn, pressing his right hand on Yelena Hughes’s back, snatching the phone from her.

The photos of Miss Yale are few, only two in total. As Jasper Yale scrolls further down, he sees a young girl.

A face so thin it’s nearly just bones.

A stuffed toy lies beside the pillow, the wall above the bed covered with a thousand cranes folded by Yelena Hughes.

Jasper Yale looks a few moments, the depth touched by the cranes reflecting soft light.

He returns the phone to her, "Miss Hughes, if you truly wish to deal with me, perhaps you should propose another condition."