The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 150: Young Master, You’re Not Trying to Protect Her, Are You?
Yelena Hughes took out her phone and made a call, "Hey, Dean."
"Why are you calling me so late at night?"
"Hurry over to Snowpine Villa, I have big news for you."
"What news?"
Yelena didn’t have time to explain, "Don’t blame me if someone beats you to it. Find a way to sneak in, quickly."
After hanging up, she continued to squat in the yard.
When Dean Holloway arrived, he found a secluded spot to hide and then sent a message to Yelena Hughes.
The black umbrella shifted slightly, and then she stood up, rubbing her numb legs.
Jasper Yale saw her walk through the open iron gate to the outside as Isla Jennings went to the trunk and took out a golf club.
She blocked Yelena Hughes’ path, while Lily Jewel held an umbrella for her.
Yelena gripped the umbrella handle tightly, staring through the rain at Isla Jennings opposite her. Since she was going to get hit anyway, she might as well make it quick; she was in a hurry to go home.
"I have no grudge against you, is it really necessary to make such a big scene?"
"No grudge? With that vixen face of yours, why can’t you seduce someone else instead of clinging to Shawn Thorne?"
Yelena found it impossible to reason with her, "Why don’t you call Master Thorne and ask if I’ve ever clung to him?"
"A woman like you, when you see a man with good prospects, don’t you just throw yourself at him?"
The wind lifted Yelena’s hair, sweeping a chill across her eyes.
Lily Jewel looked up, her face a little aghast, and she glanced towards the balcony, "It’s, it’s Young Master Yale."
Upon hearing this, Yelena raised her umbrella a bit higher and couldn’t help but look back.
In the expensive and cold house behind her, a man was watching the scene.
"So what if it’s Young Master Yale?" Isla Jennings sneered coldly, "You think just because you’ve slept with him, you can change your fate? Women like you are really shameless. Sleeping with one Young Master Yale isn’t enough, you want to seduce Shawn Thorne too?"
"Don’t be so harsh with your words."
Isla Jennings advanced step by step, the golf club dragging a harsh sound on the ground as she approached Yelena Hughes, her words laced with venom, "I despise the most when sluts pretend to be virtuous."
A fierce glint arose in Yelena’s eyes, her hand gripping the umbrella handle so tightly it hurt her palm.
"If you wanted to stop Shawn from getting close to me, why didn’t you come earlier? Isn’t it too late to keep watch now?"
The golf club hung down at Isla Jennings’ side; Yelena never looked for trouble, but she wasn’t afraid of it either.
She was insulted like this, and the other party refused to let her go, an unreasonable situation anywhere.
Yelena placed her hand on her neck, her fingertips digging into her scarf, pinching a spot on her neck.
She stepped forward two steps, her left fingers hooked the scarf, allowing it to fall open, revealing marks on her neck that she had deliberately made.
They looked like hickeys left by a man.
Isla Jennings’s expression collapsed bit by bit, and Yelena leaned to her ear, "Master Thorne has excellent skills." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
She retreated in time as Isla Jennings switched the golf club to her left hand and swiftly raised her right hand to slap.
Yelena seized the opportunity to lower the umbrella she was holding, and what Jasper Yale saw was the moment she was fiercely slapped.
Yelena turned her head, covering her face with her hand, her face full of panic, "Miss Jennings, what are you doing?"
Isla Jennings stared at her own palm, realizing the slap had clearly been avoided, wondering who she was pretending for?
Jasper Yale’s eyes were indifferent, knowing that a palm print would now mark that fair face, stirring a thread of anger in his heart.
"Are you playing me?"
Isla Jennings swung the club to hit, and all Yelena had was an umbrella, the umbrella surface meeting the club with a hard crash, rain splattering onto Isla Jennings.
Her hair and clothes were soaked, a state she had never been in before.
A spark ignited in Isla Jennings’s heart, and Yelena knew there’d be no peaceful end if she didn’t suffer a bit today.
The umbrella was knocked from her hand by Isla Jennings, and on the third swing, Yelena tried to block it with her hand.
At that moment, she almost felt as if her bones had broken, clutching her arm in pain, she squatted down, cold sweat pouring from her.
Isla Jennings had been spoiled from childhood, always doing what she wanted.
This time, she aimed to strike Yelena’s head.
Hailey Jenkins stood beside Jasper Yale, watching in fright, knowing this master’s thoughts were always hidden, but seeing Yelena in this state, he couldn’t just watch and do nothing, could he?
Jasper Yale’s eyes were cold and distant; she knew he was there, had she just called for help, his heart would have softened, why keep up the bravado?
The golf club was about to come down again, but a bodyguard arrived in time to grab it, "Miss Jennings, enough is enough."
"Who do you think you are, daring to stop me?"
"This is Master Sutton’s place, we have to ensure things remain calm tonight, please don’t embarrass Master Sutton."
Yelena rose with the help of the bodyguard, Isla Jennings yelled at him, "Didn’t you see her provoking me just now?"
Indeed, not only the bodyguard but even Jasper Yale had been deceived by that black umbrella.
"Thank you, sorry for the trouble," Yelena said to the bodyguard.
See, this was how a woman should be, soft and weak, endearing to others.
"Is your hand alright, do you need to go to the hospital?"
Yelena lightly shook her head, "I’m wearing a lot, it’s fine."
The bodyguard still held Yelena’s arm, while Lily Jewel fumed with rage, "You’re quite the schemer, relying on your face to entice men everywhere."
Yelena’s expression remained soft, as if not wanting to argue, or as if plotting something.
The two blocked the exit, still refusing to let Yelena leave.
When Jasper Yale came out, Lily Jewel was startled, instinctively hiding behind Isla Jennings.
Yelena heard the footsteps and only now realized just how familiar she had become with everything about Jasper Yale, able to tell just by the sound of his steps whether it was him.
"Young Master Yale."
No matter how arrogant Isla Jennings was, she greeted Jasper Yale upon seeing him.
Jasper Yale stopped, "What’s going on here?"
"Just teaching a vixen a lesson."
Jasper Yale glanced at Yelena standing to the side, clutching her arm; a golf club hitting a hand was no joke.
"Where is this vixen?"
"There," Isla Jennings resentfully stared at Yelena, "She shamelessly seduces Shawn Thorne."
Jasper Yale thought of the pin tucked on Yelena’s chest; the two weren’t exactly discreet, no wonder rumors reached Isla Jennings.
Isla Jennings clutched the club, still holding a grudge, "Young Master Yale, you don’t intend to protect her, do you?"
With her words, everyone present harbored their own thoughts.
Jasper Yale finally looked at Yelena, he didn’t leave immediately, she should understand, he wanted her to relent.
