The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 62: Not Stealing—She Was Mine to Begin With
Shawn Thorne took two steps closer, didn’t even bother to look closely, and nodded with interest.
"That’s it."
Sweat formed at Yelena Hughes’s temples. Whether from nervousness or something else, her hand was thrown aside by Jasper Yale.
She was caught between the two men, noticeably shorter than them, making their presence even more overwhelming.
Shawn Thorne wanted to step forward and pull her; Yelena Hughes instinctively retreated a step.
"This watch, you gave it to me that day."
"Which day?"
Yelena Hughes remembered the date clearly, "The night of the tenth."
"Do you have anyone to prove that?" Shawn Thorne surveyed the surroundings, "Who saw it, step forward."
No one moved at the scene, only voices of ridicule and sarcasm, "Before she stole it, she probably didn’t even know how much the watch was worth, right?"
"I think she just values herself too much."
A hurried sound of high heels approached, and Chester immediately saw the watch.
She wore a smile on her face, "Why is everyone gathered here? Master Thorne, calm down."
"Your people are not clean, and you still want me to calm down?"
On the way here, Chester had already heard what was going on, but you can’t just frame someone like this, "Master Thorne, this watch isn’t the one you gave to Mimi, is it?"
"Hm?" Shawn Thorne raised an eyebrow, "Say that again."
His tone wasn’t heavy, but every word carried a threat wishing to grind someone down. Yelena Hughes didn’t wait for Chester to speak and quickly intercepted.
"Chester, this is my own issue." Don’t involve any more innocent people.
Chester glanced at Jasper Yale behind Yelena Hughes, thinking with him here, it didn’t really fall to her to step forward.
Shawn Thorne pressed closer. Yelena Hughes anxiously retreated, but a hand suddenly appeared on her back.
Jasper Yale found her too close and pushed her forward.
Seeing this, Shawn Thorne grabbed her arm and dragged her over, "You weren’t afraid when you stole from me, so what are you hiding from now?"
He took the watch over, slipped it onto his wrist, and then lifted Yelena Hughes’s arm high.
She couldn’t reach his height, forced to tiptoe, and glanced at Jasper Yale beside her. She was perceptive and knew when to bow her head.
"Young Master."
Does she want him to save her again?
Jasper Yale watched her sideways, the thin strap barely clinging to her sharp shoulder. She relied on her good figure to dress like this and let all the men see.
"Yelena Hughes, why are you here?"
The drugs Nancy Alden delivered personally; he had resolved everything for her, so why is she still here?
Yelena Hughes’s throat felt stuffed with cotton, uncomfortable and choking.
The bones of her wrist were nearly crushed, and Shawn Thorne’s voice, tinged with laughter, fell on top of Yelena Hughes’s head, "The Young Master is asking you a question."
What should she say?
Yelena Hughes was under Jasper Yale’s piercing gaze, turning her eyes away, "For money."
She heard Jasper Yale chuckle, "Wasn’t it for drugs before? Now it’s money?"
Chester standing at the side was filled with bitterness, wishing she could spill out all of Yelena Hughes’s grievances. But doing so would likely lead to Madeline Forest’s demise.
Yelena Hughes was interrogated to this point under the watchful eyes of so many.
"Yes, I need money."
"You found a place that makes money quickly, can’t leave, right?"
Yelena Hughes said nothing, treating it as tacit agreement.
Jasper Yale was not a good person, no matter how he wore good looks and a distinguished aura; some dross nature remained.
"Then after we slept together, why didn’t you ask me for money? What kind of relationship do we have for you to give freely?"
Yelena Hughes inhaled sharply, as if struck by sharp blades, cut deeply. Shawn Thorne watched her beautiful face, devoid of expression, like a picture with nothing but an appearance.
"The Young Master sleeps with you, and you don’t charge?" He pulled her again, "What about me then?"
Jasper Yale saw Yelena Hughes bumped into Shawn Thorne’s body, a nuisance in his eyes.
"Master Thorne, I didn’t steal your things, if you don’t believe it, you can check the surveillance."
Shawn Thorne’s gaze fell on Chester standing at the side, "What punishment do you enforce here when someone is caught stealing?"
Chester’s face tightened, so many eyes on her, the rules were personally set by her.
For Yelena Hughes, she smiled reluctantly, "Master Thorne, let’s talk back in the private room, Mimi was immature, I’ll have her offer a toast to you..."
"I’m asking you, what punishment!"
Shawn Thorne spoke each word with some cruelty.
"They have to have their hand chopped off," a woman with heavy makeup spoke from the crowd, "It’s happened before, Chester said to give her another chance, let the bodyguard slap her ten times. The bodyguard’s strength was enormous, and her eardrum punctured."
Chester glanced over, her gaze somewhat ominous, scaring the woman into silence.
Shawn Thorne released Yelena Hughes’s hand, calling Chester, "Then you take the slap. So many watching, if the rules break, you won’t manage your people well anymore?"
Wasn’t she meddling?
Fine.
Yelena Hughes’s back faced Jasper Yale, two particularly beautiful butterfly bones visible. Wearing a deep V open-backed dress would blind people’s eyes.
Jasper Yale didn’t help her on purpose, to teach her a lesson not to climb into his bed only when needed, turning her back once done.
She was embarrassed enough; he reckoned it sufficed.
Jasper Yale reached out, grasped her shoulder, and pulled her over, "Change your clothes, let’s go."
Yelena Hughes heard this, she should’ve been delighted, but Shawn Thorne held a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Young Master, are you going to snatch someone from me again?"
"It’s not snatching, she’s already mine." Jasper Yale stated matter-of-factly, then patted Yelena Hughes’s arm, "Still standing there?"
Chester shot her a look, suggesting she simply leave.
Madeline Forest could be considered unfortunate; besides... Shawn Thorne wouldn’t go as far as to kill her, right?
The hands at Yelena Hughes’s side clenched tightly, nails digging deeply into flesh.
Shawn Thorne raised his hand, "Stay with me today, I’ll give you ten thousand."
Jasper Yale looked at him as if staring at a madman; too much alcohol drowning his brain.
Yelena Hughes saw Shawn Thorne’s gleeful eyes. He knew she didn’t dare refuse, couldn’t refuse, especially in front of Jasper Yale, not reveal it.
A mouthful of turbid blood, she had to swallow alone.
Her lips trembling, she agreed, "Alright. Give me ten thousand."
On her shoulder, the hand holding her tightened, "Yelena Hughes, what did you say?"
Her body felt cold, the skin beneath Jasper Yale’s palm, icy.
