The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 76: She Was Condemned for Greed

Jasper Yale is Hailey Jenkins’ master, and when the master suffers, he naturally feels distressed.

He walked over to Yelena Hughes, wanting to pull her aside, but her coat had fallen off, leaving her in just a swimsuit, and Hailey Jenkins didn’t know where to start.

His tone bore some resemblance to Jasper Yale’s, quite cold.

"Miss Hughes, please."

Madeline Forest picked up the coat again and draped it over Yelena Hughes.

"Madeline, wait for me here, I’ll be out soon."

Madeline Forest, with her frozen fingers, tugged at Yelena Hughes’ coat. "Yelena, let’s just give in and let the young master let us go."

"No, I’m going to meet him."

Even if it wasn’t for the money, just because she accidentally pushed Jasper Yale into the water, Yelena Hughes couldn’t just leave as if nothing happened tonight.

Inside the yacht, there were rooms to rest, the heating was sufficient, and Hailey Jenkins was bustling about. "Young master, please take a shower first."

"I’ll have someone prepare a bowl of ginger tea for you."

"Please take off your wet clothes quickly."

Yelena Hughes wrapped herself tightly in her coat, just watching. She had been in the water longer than Jasper Yale, and as a delicate woman, yet no one cared about her wellbeing.

Jasper Yale peeled off the coat that was clinging to him, the floor was all wet, and he met Yelena Hughes’ gaze.

"Still thinking about asking me for money?"

Her tightly pressed lips moved, "This time I’m not asking you for it. You tore my check, please return it to me."

"Shawn Thorne is generous, a single back and forth cost him five hundred thousand."

He only saw her swim there and back. He couldn’t see her swimming underwater, with bones and limbs still aching now, nearly unable to stand.

"But that’s Master Thorne’s money, he’s willing to give it."

Jasper Yale stripped off his upper body, his face handsome, jawline sharp, collarbone defined, even the exposed lean muscles were attractive.

"Yelena Hughes, I can’t think of any reason that would make you so greedy for money."

A single word "greed" already convicted her.

"I need money."

"Need it for what?"

Hailey Jenkins placed the wet clothes aside, seeing Yelena Hughes remain silent, he answered for her.

"Young master, I checked a while ago. Miss Hughes is urgently trying to raise money, probably to buy a house."

Even Yelena Hughes herself didn’t know there was such a reason. "Buy a house?"

"Miss Hughes has looked at several properties, right? Finally settled on Starsea Bay and paid a down payment of twenty thousand."

Starsea Bay, the place they passed by together after that day’s interview.

Before Yelena Hughes could say anything, Jasper Yale directly undid his belt.

"Acting so unwilling at The Sovereign Club before, what was that about?"

The room was so warm, but Yelena Hughes felt colder than when she was soaking in the icy lake water.

In Jasper Yale’s eyes, she was this kind of person, so no matter how much she explained, it would be seen as an excuse.

"Yes, so I’m especially short on money, my down payment is still insufficient."

"You leave first." Jasper Yale dismissed the man next to him.

Yelena Hughes heard the door close and Jasper Yale’s voice at the same time.

"If you’re short on money, you can just come to me." Jasper Yale found the lake water too dirty and planned to take a shower.

He paused by Yelena Hughes, "Wait here for me."

When he came out wearing a bathrobe, he saw Yelena Hughes sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapping herself in a blanket again.

"Young master said it right, if you’re short on money, just ask you, first give me back the five hundred thousand."

"What if I don’t give it?"

Yelena Hughes really didn’t know what to do.

Fight? Impossible, no mention of losing, she truly didn’t dare.

Argue? She was timid, afraid of being dealt with by Jasper Yale. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Now that the man was dry and comfortable, he just couldn’t stand looking at Yelena Hughes.

"There’s a smell on you, wash it off!"

Yelena Hughes sniffed herself, alright then, his nose was really as sensitive as a dog’s.

She showered and washed her hair inside, and even blow-dried her hair in front of the mirror. The mirror fogged up, and Yelena Hughes wiped it clear with her palm, staring at her own face in a daze.

Tonight there was a high possibility she wouldn’t get the money.

There was also a possibility she might get it only if she slept with him.

What would that be then, a whore’s fee?

Jasper Yale was outside getting a bit impatient, just as he was about to approach, he heard the bathroom door open.

Yelena Hughes walked out, wearing nothing.

The man glanced, frowned, "What are you doing?"

Her bare feet left footprints on the floor, as she pounced into Jasper Yale’s arms, bringing a scent. "Young master, calm down, this is just about me keeping you company tonight, right? Sure, no problem."

Yelena Hughes stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

Jasper Yale coldly observed her with his eyes lowered, "You think I just want to sleep with you?"

"What else?"

Jasper Yale saw her, thinking she was sinking deeper and deeper.

Thus, some places were too filthy, a big dye pot, and Yelena Hughes hadn’t been in for long but was already tainted.

"For this little bit of money, you’re really going all out. If Shawn Thorne changed the game to have you lie on the bed, would you be willing too?"

Yelena Hughes watched his thin lips open and close, each word cutting with cruelty, her face stinging, unrecognizable.

She deliberately stayed silent, furrowed her eyebrows as if pondering.

Jasper Yale reached out and pushed her away, could she really be hesitating?

Dared she have such thoughts?

Yelena Hughes retreated, "Young master, why do you get mad so easily?"

She attempted to approach, but Jasper Yale stopped her, "Stay there."

Yelena Hughes crossed her arms over her chest, naked and still cold, "If the young master wants, quickly then."

Humph.

He couldn’t be quick.

"Then what? Give you money?"

Yelena Hughes clasped her legs together, unable to bear Jasper Yale’s scrutinizing gaze, "Of course, if you don’t want to give it, I’ll go ask Master Thorne again, young master just don’t stop me."

For the first time, Jasper Yale found his emotions being stirred by her.

He wanted to throw her out the window to cleanse her filthy thoughts. "After entering The Sovereign Club, you found making money that easy, didn’t you?"

Yelena Hughes nodded, "Yeah, sometimes one night could equal my monthly salary. Nights like tonight, it was like pie falling from the sky."

Seizing the moment Jasper Yale was lost in thought, she encircled the man’s neck with her hands.

"Young master," she breathed next to his ear, "if I offended you in any way, don’t hold it against me. That little bit of money is just a drop in the ocean for you, just give it to me cheerfully."

Jasper Yale grabbed Yelena Hughes’ arm, trying to pull away.

But the woman clung tightly.

"Yelena Hughes," he almost whispered into her ear, so the words were clear and distinct. "Do you know why I won’t give you the money?"

"Why?"

"Money involves transactions. I don’t want you to feel you’re selling yourself, whether it’s selling a smile or selling your little voluntary act."

Jasper Yale ruthlessly pried open Yelena Hughes’ hands, pushing her away.

"But clearly, you don’t appreciate it; you’re selling quite eagerly. Fine, five hundred thousand, I’ll give it to you!"