The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 71: She Isn’t the Least Bit Humble

The car started again.

Yelena Hughes felt cold and rolled up the window. The black luxury car next to them gently tapped the gas and had already passed through the intersection.

"Don’t talk nonsense, since when did this place become my home?"

"Last time we drove by here, you said you liked it."

Yelena Hughes was really at a loss for words with him, "Big brother, I just said I liked it, but what about the money, is it going to fall from the sky?"

Dean Holloway chuckled, "You have to have dreams, don’t you? They’ll come true one day."

Yelena Hughes liked hearing this. Yes, as long as she worked hard enough, she believed that in the future she could definitely buy a house like this for Anne.

For girls, it’s best to have their own house before getting married. It doesn’t have to be big; it’s for a sense of security.

She had never thought about herself. She was used to it; Anne Hughes was her everything.

The restaurant served a table full of dishes, it was quite extravagant. Can you imagine? Sitting at a large round table that could seat over twenty people, filled with plates, leaving no empty space.

Dean Holloway swallowed his saliva. Even if you have money, this is not how you should spend it. This is wasteful, right?

"Don’t be shy, help yourself," Nancy Alden warmly invited.

Yelena Hughes was hungry, and Dean Holloway was indeed not holding back, but even after both were stuffed, many of the dishes remained untouched on the table.

Jasper Yale had business in the afternoon and didn’t plan to stay long.

"Are you done eating?" he asked Nancy Alden.

"Mm." She nodded, looking at the array of untouched dishes on the table, "Miss Hughes, would you like to take some home?"

Dean Holloway froze upon hearing this and suddenly felt a lump in his throat. What did she mean by that?

Jasper Yale picked up a wet wipe and leisurely wiped his fingers, as elegant as a pianist’s, "If we’re not going to eat it, just throw it away. Why pack it up?"

"I’m just afraid of wasting it," Nancy Alden didn’t believe Yelena Hughes had tasted all these dishes. On normal days, she probably hadn’t even seen such dishes, right? "Jasper and I can’t eat this much. If Miss Hughes doesn’t want it, then let’s throw them all away."

It’s not that they couldn’t finish it; she and Jasper Yale just never touched leftovers like that.

Dean Holloway was somewhat displeased, pulling Yelena Hughes’ arm to stand up.

He actually laid hands on her in front of Jasper Yale.

Jasper Yale’s gaze fixed on Dean Holloway’s few chubby fingers. Despite being angry, Dean didn’t want to make a scene, "We’re going to be late for the afternoon interview, let’s go."

Yelena Hughes glanced over the food and then spoke up. "Alright, then I won’t be shy."

Dean Holloway pinched her arm, but Yelena Hughes still called a waiter over, "Can you pack this up for me?"

"Sure."

With so much food leftover, several waiters from the private room came out, and the takeaway boxes lined up on the table, forming a long row.

Nancy Alden really looked down on Yelena Hughes; she originally thought she would refuse.

Jasper Yale watched as dish after dish was poured into plastic boxes. Didn’t she care about her reputation anymore? Was she short of even this little bit of money?

"We’re leaving first."

Jasper Yale tossed the wet wipe onto the table and pulled out Nancy Alden’s chair.

He escorted her out of the private room, Nancy Alden’s gaze resting on his face, where his features were visibly displeased.

"The guests are still inside. What does it mean if we leave now?"

"The bill is settled, that’s all that matters."

Nancy Alden was pleased in her heart. In her view, Yelena Hughes was a poor and sour figure, unable to rise in front of her.

Jasper Yale put her into the car, and as he was about to sit down, he checked his pocket.

"I forgot my phone."

He closed the car door and headed back. The private room wasn’t over yet, and Dean Holloway’s voice was loud, "Can’t you tell that Miss Alden did it on purpose? What is this, ordering all these dishes to humiliate us?"

Yelena Hughes was putting the packed boxes into bags, one by one.

"What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed?"

"Isn’t it embarrassing?" Dean Holloway was furious.

Jasper Yale’s hand fell on the door handle; the door was slightly ajar, giving him a view of Yelena Hughes’ back.

"Why is it embarrassing?" Yelena Hughes asked seriously, "The food wasn’t stolen. If I don’t take it, it becomes garbage. Dean, we’ve reported many stories about overconsumption, and it’s not a good thing."

"But..."

"No buts." Yelena Hughes glanced at him, smiling naturally. She truly didn’t feel embarrassed, "Food, there’s no shame in it."

Dean Holloway opened his mouth, and that was that.

Yelena Hughes pointed to the boxes by her hand and asked the waiter, "Excuse me, what is this?"

Having never eaten it, she honestly didn’t know.

"This is called Serena Snow, our store’s signature dessert."

"Thank you." Yelena Hughes carefully packed them up, "Anne loves sweets, she’ll surely be happy."

Jasper Yale’s grip loosened, his eyes filled with Yelena Hughes’ smiling face. She might live frugally, but she was not in the least bit humble.

...

At night, Yelena Hughes’ time was completely taken up at The Sovereign Club.

Truly generous patrons were few and far between. Yelena Hughes did the math, and if she and Madeline Forest continued like this, it would take at least several years to save up a million.

She entered the private room and immediately saw a cheongsam with a lute collar hanging on the wall. The style was retro, with lifelike satin butterflies.

Shawn Thorne stood in front of the cheongsam, heard footsteps entering, but didn’t turn his head.

"I still prefer you in a cheongsam."

Yelena Hughes placed the wine on the table, and Shawn Thorne turned towards her, taking a few steps forward. "How’s the money coming along?"

"Just under twenty thousand."

Shawn Thorne was quite surprised, "That’s all?"

"Does Master Thorne think money is easy to earn? For people like us, making a few thousand in a night is unheard of."

"But I don’t have that much patience..."

Upon hearing this, Yelena Hughes felt a pang in her heart. "There was no stipulated repayment deadline at the time. We’ll gather the money as soon as possible."

"And you plan to do this just by hanging around here, serving drinks?"

Yelena Hughes knew that this pain would be prolonged, "Master Thorne isn’t after this million, right? Isn’t it about enjoying the process? For you, isn’t the longer, the better? That way, you find it thrilling."

"Too clever of a woman is no fun."

"Then Master Thorne should end this game; consider it an act of great mercy."

Shawn Thorne fixed his gaze on the charming face in front of him. "You’re quite good at setting traps for people. I almost said forget it, and let you off the hook."

But he was naturally not that kind. "I’ll give you an opportunity."

"What opportunity?"

"There’s an event in a couple of days. I need to bring two ladies, and I’ve chosen you."

Yelena Hughes turned a little pale. Did he truly see them as women for sale?

She coldly refused. "I won’t go."

"Fine, anyway, that girl... what was her name, Madeline Forest? I’ll definitely bring her along." Shawn Thorne toyed with the watch around his wrist, "Originally, I thought of having you go too, so you could look out for each other, right?"