The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 50: Almost Cost a Life

Madeline Forest watched Chester’s arm drop, "How is it?"

She shook her head, "Someone else answered the phone, a woman."

Chester had a bad feeling, it seemed like this path was a dead end.

"Young Master, don’t you care?" Madeline’s teeth chattered as if clashing. "Have our lives become worthless once we entered here?"

"In other words, if the Young Master cared about her life and death, he wouldn’t have let her stay here after seeing the surveillance." Chester squeezed out a few words between her teeth, "Men are all the same, useless."

"What about Yelena then? She’s such a good person, she doesn’t deserve this." Although Madeline hadn’t known Yelena Hughes for long, in such a cold place, Yelena was the only one who had given her warmth.

"If it were me in trouble, she would definitely save me at all costs, but now I can do nothing."

Chester sighed, "I’ll seek the boss’s approval and try my best to help her."

Madeline wasn’t hopeful; to The Sovereign Club, Yelena Hughes was just someone who accompanied customers for drinks, her life was insignificant.

Nancy Alden finished her bath and was about to sleep, holding onto Jasper Yale’s phone tightly.

"If you’re not keeping me company, then leave the phone here."

Jasper saw through her little scheme, "Who are you afraid will call me?"

"A vixen." She wasn’t hiding her feelings, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. "I can’t move my legs. I know many people want to throw themselves at you. I can’t keep an eye on you, surely there’s a vixen inviting you out tonight."

"No one." But as Jasper heard these three words, he couldn’t help recalling Yelena Hughes’ face.

Nancy stuffed his phone into the blanket, "You want it back?"

"Okay, let it keep you company then." Jasper bent down to tuck her in, "Goodnight."

Was this considered pampering her?

Nancy heard Jasper’s footsteps leaving. Her face was full of disappointment; she actually hoped he would say no and playfully wrestle with her for it, that’s what a couple should be like.

His constant "okay" actually felt like distance to her.

Madeline finally snuck into the villa area through a second-generation rich kid she knew before.

But the place where Jasper lived wasn’t somewhere she could enter at will.

The guards at the door pushed her away a dozen times; by the time she got up again, her palm was already bleeding.

"Please, I really have something urgent to see the Young Master."

Hailey Jenkins came out from inside; he didn’t know Madeline but recognized the clothes she wore, "Who are you, and what do you want with the Young Master?"

"Yelena is in trouble. Master Thorne said he won’t let her go, only the Young Master can help..."

Hailey glanced at the villa behind him, "The Young Master is asleep."

Madeline cried at the door, tears and snot streaming down, "I’m afraid the boss will kill me, I don’t dare call the police, wah wah wah—"

Hailey looked at her pitiful state and gave her a signal with his eyes.

Madeline vaguely understood, was this a cue for her to go in?

She sobbed, sniffling before suddenly darting inside. The guards were about to chase after her when Hailey stopped them. "I’ll take care of it."

He pretended to chase her from behind, "You can’t go in, come out."

Madeline heard this and ran even faster, until she saw two exquisite carved redwood doors, rushing forward.

She didn’t notice the mastiffs tied to the pillars. By the time Hailey shouted to warn her, it was too late.

The mastiff that leaped was taller than her. Madeline instinctively raised her hand to block it, an arm caught in its jaws, a piercing scream mixed with the sound of tearing, while the other mastiff leaped up as well.

Jasper opened the door, seeing the blood yet still exuding an unshakable air of superiority.

"Let go!"

The two mastiffs immediately deflated like withered balls, retreating to their original positions.

Madeline clutched her bleeding arm, "Young Master... Yelena’s in trouble." The pain made her vision blur, blood staining her hand.

"She’s in trouble, why come to me?"

Madeline feared this trip would be in vain, "Master Thorne took her to the top floor, they play rough there."

Jasper didn’t step out, the night wind carrying the metallic scent of blood toward him, as he dragged a long tail of words, "So what if they play? What’s it got to do with me?"

Madeline’s palm clenched, "Yelena said she’s the Young Master’s, hoping you’ll save her."

"She also said she’d like to see the Young Master one last time."

Madeline saw the man’s face still cold and unmoved, "She also said that if she never sees you again, she hopes you remember her name is Yelena Hughes. She’s not The Sovereign Club’s Mimi; she has a nice name, Yelena."

Boom—

Though everything around was so quiet, Jasper seemed to hear a loud bang, a collapse.

It felt like a long crack appeared in the wall built between Yelena Hughes and Nancy Alden.

"Did she really say that?"

"Mm."

Actually, Madeline had no chance to meet Yelena; she just loved to read novels and resorted to emotional improvisation.

Jasper stretched his long legs outside, and seeing this, Hailey arranged for the driver to bring the car over quickly.

With the mastiffs making so much noise downstairs, it was impossible for Nancy Alden not to hear. She leaned against the window, just in time to see Jasper heading out.

She saw a woman following him, a short skirt barely covering her waist, clearly not someone decent.

"Jasper!"

Nancy opened the window, her voice clearer, "Where are you going, come back."

Everyone downstairs heard, but Jasper didn’t pause, making Nancy’s heart drum with panic, "Jasper, don’t go—"

Madeline carefully glanced at Jasper’s face, he remained unmoved and walked fast.

The Sovereign Club.

On the top floor’s entertainment hall, Yelena Hughes was locked inside the sauna room, drenched in sweat, her hair sticking to her flushed face, nearly devoid of strength, leaning against the door.

Shawn Thorne held a cigarette, observing her toughness.

"If you take your clothes off, you won’t have to suffer."

Yelena felt like she had been thrown into a fire, severely dehydrated, even lacking oxygen. She could scarcely lift her eyelids.

The door had a glass panel; through it, Shawn Thorne watched Yelena’s flushed face. "Surrender, come out and change, and I’ll let you go."

Yelena spat, "Scumbag."

Shawn Thorne paused with his cigarette, "What did you say?"

Her voice was weak, only tugging at the corner of her mouth, "You bully me simply because I can’t fight back. Oppressing the weak... truly... disgusting."

Shawn Thorne sprang from his chair, the temperature control panel was by the door, he pressed it, watching the numbers climb upward.

His subordinates uneasily advised, "Young Master Thorne, won’t this cause an accident?"

"What’s there to fear, it’s just a bar hostess, right?"

This place was for play; otherwise, who’d be bored enough to come here for a sauna?

Shawn Thorne picked up a chair beside him, smashing the temperature control, even breaking the memory lock by the door handle.

"Fine, you don’t need to come out, just stay there."

Yelena couldn’t catch her breath, even dressed lightly, the extreme heat was unbearable for her.

She gasped for air, forehead hitting the glass; no one would save her, would they?

No, no one would save her.

What she asked for was never much, nor greedy, but fate was relentless, disaster after disaster.

Shawn Thorne could only scorch with anger, stubborn as she was, he had never seen such a stubborn woman!

When Jasper arrived, Yelena was pressed against the door, and in her eyes, a figure approached closer and closer—was she hallucinating?