The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 33: After Entering a Place Like This, He No Longer Thinks Highly of Her

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: After Entering a Place Like This, He No Longer Thinks Highly of Her

"Mimi Hughes."

"..."

Can you imagine? Someone so privileged, giving her a name like that?

The man beside her glanced at Yelena Hughes’ chest, then pounded the sofa, laughing wildly, "Hahaha, Mimi—"

Chester’s face twitched, still forced herself to flatter, "Sounds lovely, Mimi, hurry and thank Young Master."

Yelena Hughes listened to the laughter, wave after wave hitting her ears. Does she not mind? Doesn’t she feel humiliated?

Her wishes were always simple—just to keep her family alive. But hardship never let her go.

"Thank you, Young Master." All she could do was thank him.

Jasper Yale didn’t feel the slightest satisfaction; she was so close to him, he could see every trace of melancholy on her face.

Young Master Sheldon leaned in, his hand gripping Yelena Hughes’ arm, his chin affectionately nudging her shoulder, "Mimi, come have a couple drinks with your brother."

He was so close his breath tangled with her hair, and goosebumps raced across Yelena Hughes’ neck.

Jasper Yale’s eyes darkened, "Hands off."

Young Master Sheldon blew a puff of air against Yelena Hughes’ face.

Jasper Yale reached out, clicked the lighter, the flame licking at Young Master Sheldon’s sleeve, scaring him into letting go immediately.

A small lock of Yelena Hughes’ hair got singed too.

"Young Master, that’s harsh, huh?" Young Master Sheldon didn’t dare get close anymore.

Everyone assumed Jasper Yale was interested in Yelena Hughes, but his next words were, "Who taught you to serve drinks like that?"

She heard him, hurried to squat down at Jasper Yale’s feet, began mixing his drink. She picked things up fast—by now these routines were second nature.

But Jasper Yale watching her felt jarred.

Chester sensed she shouldn’t stay, so she left.

Yelena Hughes’ slender fingers lifted the glass, held it in front of Jasper Yale, "Young Master."

He didn’t take it. "Why’d you come here?"

Could she say it was for the medicine? And Nancy Alden’s actions—weren’t they all happening with his tacit approval?

Yelena Hughes forced out a smile, "For money."

"Short on cash?"

Yelena Hughes stared into Jasper Yale’s eyes. If she told him the truth now, what would he do?

She didn’t even have to guess—Nancy Alden was Jasper Yale’s weakness. He’d keep on indulging her. And her?

Ha. Piss off Nancy Alden, and she could forget about ever getting her supply again.

"Yeah, short on money." She said it like it was nothing at all.

So, wanting money means coming out to entertain men? A chill rose in Jasper Yale’s eyes, gaze hard and claustrophobic. He raised his left hand, gesturing.

Hailey Jenkins got the signal, went out and came back, dropping a wad of cash into Jasper Yale’s palm. He barely looked, just weighed it. "You really underestimated her."

Hailey Jenkins, realizing, handed over several more stacks of cash to Jasper Yale.

He split open the band with one finger, counted out a few bills right in front of Yelena Hughes, then slipped them deep into her neckline.

She was only wearing a low-cut camisole. The money bulked out the front, half sticking outside, half pressed right against her skin.

Yelena Hughes just froze there, arms still raised with the glass.

Jasper Yale bent down, drank from the rim of the glass, eyes glinting wild.

He shoved the rest of the cash down the front of Yelena Hughes’ top. Tens of thousands—so much, the fabric was about to burst.

"Mimi, running into Young Master tonight was a jackpot for you." Someone else joked nearby.

Jasper Yale leaned back into his chair, "Wipe my hands."

Yelena Hughes snapped back to her senses, grabbed some wet towels, and cleaned his fingers. No idea if he thought the money was dirty, or she was.

She’d been crouching so long her feet had gone numb. "Young Master, do you want more to drink?"

Jasper Yale’s phone buzzed twice. He picked it up—Nancy Alden had messaged him on WhatsApp. "Why aren’t you home yet?"

The glow from the screen was even brighter than the lights in the private room.

Yelena Hughes saw Jasper Yale’s face soften. "Got things to do, you go to bed first."

"Can’t sleep. When you’re not home, I get scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Scared of ghosts."

Jasper Yale didn’t know how to reply. Nancy Alden sent a voice message right after. He tapped play lightly. "Jasper Yale, start a video call so I can see what you’re doing."

Yelena Hughes shrank further down, terrified Jasper Yale really would video call, and she’d get caught on camera.

The man typed quickly, "Not convenient."

Nancy Alden got annoyed right away. Not convenient—means there’s a woman with him, right?

He won’t even touch her. He’s definitely out finding someone else tonight.

"Fine, I won’t sleep. I’ll wait for you to come back."

Jasper Yale was getting a headache, glanced over at Yelena Hughes on his side. He stared at her bare shoulder, delicate and angular. He pressed his lips tight, silent. He wanted her.

To shove her down on a bed, take her hard.

But because she’d ended up in a place like this, he couldn’t stand her.

Jasper Yale messaged Nancy Alden, "I’ll be home soon."

Yelena Hughes held out a fruit plate. Before her arm even touched Jasper Yale, his leg moved aside. "Go out."

"Okay."

She put the plate back, braced on the coffee table and stood up. The money was heavy—when she shifted, it nearly fell out.

Yelena Hughes walked out of the private room, taking a deep breath. Several people were coming down the hallway. They caught sight of all the money stuffed in her top.

"Whoa, that much tip?"

"If you can put it all out, who cares about making too little?"

"You mean she’s not just pouring drinks, but..."

Yelena Hughes hugged close to the wall as the group closed in on her. "What else? She’s the new girl..."

One woman bumped Yelena Hughes’ shoulder on purpose as she passed.

Several loose bills scattered all over the floor. Yelena Hughes didn’t bend down to pick them up, acted like she hadn’t even noticed, numbly walking away.

"Hey, the cash—" The woman who’d bumped her stopped mid-sentence, crouching to grab the money.

The others joined in, scrambling for it.

Yelena Hughes looked back, nose stinging, but no tears came out. Shoulders shaking, she started to laugh—a raspy laugh, eyes wet from it.

That money is filthy, still they fight over it.

She kept only one wad, handed the rest to Chester.

She changed clothes and left The Sovereign Club, wrapping herself tight in a baggy coat.

The man delivering medicine was waiting in his car. As soon as he saw her, he stubbed out his cigarette and came up to her. "Money?"

Before Yelena Hughes could reach out, he snatched her bag, swept up all the cash, thoroughly pleased. This money really was easy.

"Here, your pills."

Yelena Hughes was just putting the medicine away when Jasper Yale came out. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He still hadn’t left, trailing a whole group.

The man’s face changed—Nancy Alden had warned him never to cross paths with Jasper Yale.

Too late to hide now.

Jasper Yale led the way, stopped as he passed Yelena Hughes. He noticed the man was still holding a bunch of cash.

Jasper Yale frowned at Yelena Hughes, puzzled.