The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 130: Whoever He Sides With Is Right

Jasper Yale slapped Yelena Hughes’ wrist, her hand shook, and the wine glass fell onto the bed.

The wine spilled, creating a thick red streak on the white sheets.

Yelena Hughes felt the world spinning as Jasper Yale pressed her onto the large bed.

"That’s not thrilling enough..."

The phone in Jasper Yale’s pocket started ringing.

By the ringtone, he immediately knew who it was.

He took it out and showed Yelena Hughes the caller ID, "See? She’s getting restless."

Yelena Hughes feared he would answer it, so she pressed her lips tightly together.

"Give her some more thrill, and perhaps she’ll expose even more."

Jasper Yale placed the phone aside and kissed Yelena Hughes’ face, working his way to her ear, "I’ll play along with you, but the act can’t be too fake, or who would believe it?"

Jasper Yale threw off the covers, pushed Yelena Hughes under them, and they tangled on the wide, large bed.

"Take off your clothes."

Yelena Hughes reached this point but hesitated.

"That’s about... enough."

Was she treating this like a meal? Seven parts full, and that’s it?

Jasper Yale pulled the covers over them both, enticing her sequentially, "The Alden Family may be an empty shell, but to crush a Yelena Hughes is more than easy. You’ve got it right; as long as you cling to me, no one can touch you. Wouldn’t it be better for me to work on you, rather than you struggling to survive on your own over and over again?"

Yelena Hughes had little fabric on, it could be torn off with a single pull.

She watched as Jasper Yale’s arm reached out, and the red dress floated lightly to the ground.

On either side of the bed stood a machine.

Yelena Hughes had never played so wildly, but she no longer struggled fussily.

Because everything Jasper Yale said was entirely true.

Soon skirts were piled over shirts and pants at the foot of the bed, Yelena Hughes dared not lift her head due to the machinery poised at the bed’s end.

Jasper Yale seemed unsatisfied, seeing her lightly biting her lip.

He pried with his hand, "Don’t bite your lip, bite me."

She was drenched in sweat, stuck not only to a scorching body but covered with blankets, Yelena Hughes’ face flushed, unbearably hot.

Jasper Yale pushed the covers aside, wrapping an arm around Yelena Hughes’ waist, they repositioned, and he set her to sit on him.

Her entire outline from behind was captured by the machinery.

Yelena Hughes twisted forcefully, trying to get away, "No—"

Jasper Yale clamped onto her waist with astonishing strength, the fire underneath roiled incessantly, "Who are you saying is no good?"

Yelena Hughes finally got to see tonight just what it meant to battle with beasts fiercely.

What it meant to be devoured so completely, there wasn’t even a bone shard left.

After a while, her mouth was parched and she wanted to find water to drink.

Just as she got off the bed, not knowing quite how, she staggered, unsteady, colliding with the machine, knocking it down alongside her.

Jasper Yale propped himself up, glanced over, "Your legs turned to jelly like this?"

Yelena Hughes sat dazed on the floor, unmoving, her eyes slightly moist, marks vivid and ferocious on her body.

She grabbed a bunch of her tangled hair, unable to imagine what she’d gone through, even her hair was all knotted.

"Gone dumb?"

Jasper Yale called her, hopefully not?

Yelena Hughes extended her hand to the table beside her, grabbing a bottle of mineral water to drink.

There was still his taste in her mouth, even half a bottle of water couldn’t wash it away completely.

"I want some too."

Yelena Hughes, lacking strength, crawled forward a few steps, handed over the bottle.

The man took it in his hand, about to put it to his lips, then withdrew it, "Get another bottle."

"Grandmaster dislikes me?"

Surely not, the one who wished he could bite off her tongue root just moments ago was him.

Jasper Yale brushed his fingers over the bottle’s rim, "I don’t dislike you, just don’t want to taste my own flavor."

Yelena Hughes’ face was completely red, an initial sheen of pink glowing on her skin.

The phone’s ringing was constant, not just Jasper Yale’s, but Yelena Hughes’ as well.

An unfamiliar number had called over thirty times already.

Yelena Hughes returned to the bed, then called it back.

The person on the other end held the phone almost immediately, answering in anger, "Dare to mess with me?"

The voice was off, Yelena Hughes was a journalist, knowing instantly the person was using a voice changer.

"How did I mess with you?"

"Leave The Avalon Banquet right now!"

Yelena Hughes rested her head on the pillow, a weight pressed onto her back, causing her to let out an involuntary moan.

The person cursed her, "Bitch."

Yelena Hughes couldn’t help but laugh, "Whether I am a bitch, what does it matter to you?"

"I give you ten minutes to leave, or I’ll let your mother see how much her little daughter weighs in flesh."

Yelena Hughes tightened her grip on the phone, just then, Jasper Yale’s voice appeared in her ear.

"Who?"

Yelena Hughes’ lips moved slightly, "Just the one threatening me."

"Tell him whatever it is, we’ll talk after we’re done in bed."

His voice was right next to the phone, the other person heard it clearly, not missing a single word.

Yelena Hughes’ delicate brows twitched lightly, "Grandmaster is confused, you just devoured me completely."

"I think we could do it once more."

Beep—

The call was hung up.

In this thrilling situation, what if Nancy Alden goes mad and really releases the video?

Yelena Hughes placed the phone aside, Jasper Yale saw her face looked a bit dim. "Thinking about what?"

"Nothing."

"Afraid you did too much? Backfired?"

"A bit, afraid."

Jasper Yale hooked a finger onto Yelena Hughes’ tender cheek, "Don’t be afraid, it’s best if he gets impatient, as long as he dares to send it, I won’t just stop the video from spreading, I’ll find him faster."

When a big shot talks, they always have this confidence.

It’s as if all her worries, anxiety, collapse were just superfluous to him.

Jasper Yale’s finger brushed against Yelena Hughes’ soft lips, "You performed well earlier, very cooperative."

"Grandmaster, your phone is ringing again."

Jasper Yale paid no mind, lying next to Yelena Hughes on the bed.

He hugged her tightly, it’s not the first time they’ve slept together, yet rarely did he embrace her like this. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Like a pose of lovers, intimate enough to make her unaccustomed.

Yelena Hughes desperately sought a topic, "Grandmaster, did you set the ringtone for Miss Alden?"

"She set it herself."

He didn’t really care for it, so when it repeated over and over, he even found it somewhat annoying.

"The more you don’t answer, the more anxious Miss Alden will be."

Yelena Hughes heard no response, turning over to see the close-by face.

She’s only now understanding that in Jasper Yale’s world, she never needed to prove who was right or wrong between her and Nancy Alden desperately.

This man has the power to manipulate truths, so whoever he sides with is right.

Jasper Yale lifted his palm, placing it on Yelena Hughes’ eyelids, "Not tired? Then one more time?"