The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 37: Spent Half the Day with You for Nothing?
Jasper Yale asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Yelena Hughes let out a bitter laugh, "Young Master Yale, can you tell me when that medicine will finally hit the market?"
At least she’d have something to look forward to.
Jasper noticed the glimmer of hope in her eyes. What was she getting at? Wasn’t the medicine Nancy gave her enough?
"What are you worried about? Your sister won’t be cut off from the medicine."
True. As long as she made it through today, Anne would live one day more. Since Jasper understood, why did he still look down on Yelena’s ’willful degradation’?
"Did you order any drinks, Young Master? Let me take care of it."
Jasper unbuttoned two buttons with his finger, his collarbones just barely visible, the allure on his face growing stronger. He sat back down on the couch. He’d decided to come over on a whim; he didn’t even know why—maybe subconsciously, he wanted to see...
Her.
But what was there worth seeing?
He couldn’t stand Yelena Hughes fumbling with the towel, couldn’t stand it at all. Yet, when she poured drinks fluidly, he liked it even less.
Jasper tapped his forehead with two fingers, then suddenly spoke up, "You can make decent money pouring drinks. Why not go all the way?"
Yelena’s hand froze mid-pour. What she feared most was these people finding the game boring and wanting to raise the stakes.
"No."
"You haven’t given a reason."
Yelena set the bottle back on the table—forceful, almost slamming it. "No reason. I just won’t agree."
She stood up, but in the next instant Jasper shoved her back onto the couch, pinning her down with his weight so she couldn’t move.
Jasper ran his finger along the edge of her face. "Don’t tell me, not a single patron has ever treated you like this?"
Her face was smooth, a pleasant sensation, like touching a piece of tofu.
Jasper’s fingers slid down her neck, his gaze as sharp as a hook. Yelena lifted her head, "Sure, every day someone does. You don’t mind it, Young Master?"
"Do you like money?"
He asked it perfectly.
"Who doesn’t?"
Jasper intentionally prodded her, "Come with me tonight. I’ll give you half a million."
That number again. She cracked a smile, "Wow, I’m really ’worth’ something. Not even as much as two bottles of booze."
Jasper found her words insufferable and silenced her with his mouth. Without the taste of lipstick additives, his kiss grew reckless.
Yelena turned her head away as hard as she could; his kiss landed on her cheek, his breathing grew heavier.
"Young Master, why’d you come alone? Didn’t pick anyone—just me. What’s that supposed to mean?"
Jasper braced his arm beside her face. "What do you think?"
Yelena knew better than to think Jasper had come for her, so what she actually said was, "You missed me? If you did, you could’ve called me. Maybe add me on WhatsApp. I’ll chat for free."
Jasper gripped her collar with one hand, hoisting her off the couch.
"Aren’t you a hostess? Come—drink with me."
Jasper sat upright, took out a cigarette first, then reached for the glass Yelena handed him.
He lifted his index finger slightly, his eyes flicking to another glass. "Drink."
Yelena could only steel herself. The sharp liquor burned down her throat; she barely let it touch her tongue before swallowing.
"Keep going."
The private room was very quiet. Chester came by, pressed her ear to the door, couldn’t hear a thing, so knocked.
When she came in, she saw Yelena squatting there, drinking, under Jasper’s unwavering gaze—not a drop left behind.
"Young Master, how about I bring in two more girls for you?"
Jasper didn’t even lift an eyelid. "Starting tonight, don’t send her other customers. I’m keeping her."
Chester heard that and knew it was luck!
This meant Yelena wouldn’t have to deal with the riffraff anymore, plus Young Master Yale was always big-spending. Yelena had finally caught a break.
"Alright, Mimi, you’ve made it."
Really? Yelena didn’t think this kind of ’good fortune’ would ever land in her lap.
"From now on, just have anyone drop in the drinks." Jasper took a drag and it was clear Chester hadn’t caught his meaning.
"Young Master, you’ve already picked Mimi. She’ll bring it. Otherwise, the commission’s gone to someone else for nothing!"
Jasper rolled the cigarette between his teeth, white smoke curling from his lips. "You don’t understand what I said?"
Only then did Chester get it—he meant, give the money to anyone, just not Yelena?
She even felt sorry for her. "But Mimi..."
Yelena downed another glass; her stomach burning again. She shot Chester a look—don’t worry, if he won’t pay, he won’t pay. She hadn’t come here for money anyway.
What she didn’t expect: even when Jasper got up to leave, he didn’t give her a single cent in tips.
That’s when Yelena realized her situation. From now on, aside from her monthly base salary, she’d never get another dime.
She stood up, legs numb from squatting too long, chased after Jasper, "Young Master."
"What?"
Yelena really couldn’t bring herself to ask, so she just held out her hand.
Jasper lowered his eyes, eyebrow arched. "I don’t get it."
"Just... even a little, not much." Otherwise, she really wouldn’t be able to explain it later. "Since I drank so much for you."
Jasper folded his arms, his scrutinizing stare making her feel exposed. "Yeah, you drank most of it, and you know how pricey that stuff is."
Yelena’s face was flushed, her palm still open. "So, you mean I spent half the night with you for nothing."
"Not happy about it?"
Yelena closed her hand. "Fine, Young Master, whatever makes you happy."
Jasper was making things hard for her—probably because he overheard her that day, when Nancy did too. Couldn’t explain it to Miss Alden, so he just kept piling it on her.
"I’ll be back tomorrow. Wait for me."
Yelena didn’t have the right to refuse. She’d drank, was tired and dizzy, nearly tripped as she left The Sovereign Club.
A man, cigarette between his fingers, came over to collect money. "Not bad tonight, huh? Hand it over."
Yelena handed him her bag. He opened it—it was completely empty. "What’s this?"
"Didn’t get any tips tonight."
The man’s bushy brows shot up. "Trying to mess with me? Not even a single bill?"
"Really." Yelena stuck to the truth, but clearly he didn’t believe her.
She only ever gave him a portion, but he’d gotten greedier and greedier. He hurled the bag at her, hard.
"You hiding it? Hand it over!"
He finished speaking and kicked her. Yelena was knocked to the ground at the doorway.
