The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 82: Helping Her Vent Her Anger

A lamp hung at the entrance of the apartment building, with a somewhat old-fashioned style and a lampshade.

A couple kissed under the light, truly a sight to behold.

But Yelena Hughes only felt agony; at this hour, neighbors would certainly be coming and going.

Jasper Yale, with his height advantage, pinned her down, kissing her deeply. Although it was a cold night with a chilling breeze, he insisted on creating an atmosphere of lingering tenderness.

"Oh, someone’s kissing."

A voice drifted over from not far away.

Yelena Hughes opened her eyes in fright and glanced over to see two neighbors from upstairs, young girls still in middle school. Upon seeing the scene, they shyly covered their eyes with their hands.

The one next to her, her classmate, blushed fiercely. "People from your community... are really bold."

Yelena Hughes didn’t want to run into them face-to-face; she shrank her shoulders like a turtle, burying her head in Jasper Yale’s chest.

Feeling that this might not help, she gripped Jasper Yale’s suit tightly, burying her face firmly.

The two girls covered their eyes as they headed home but couldn’t resist their curiosity. They peeked through their fingers.

They couldn’t clearly see what the woman looked like, but that young man, even his side profile was stunning, not to mention his full face.

They walked very slowly as they passed by Jasper Yale.

He spoke with an impatient tone, "Move along quickly."

He was cold as ice, like a sculpture, scaring the girls to quickly run upstairs.

This wasn’t a place to linger. Yelena Hughes released her grip to head home, but Jasper Yale reached out to stop her.

"Want to go see how those few people are doing now?"

Yelena Hughes raised her calm eyes, "Where to?"

"There’s a place specifically for dealing with them."

Jasper Yale guessed she wouldn’t go — women, after all, tend to be timid. Who would like to see gory scenes in the middle of the night?

Yelena Hughes hesitated for a moment but quickly nodded. "Is it far? I’ll call my mom first."

"Not far."

"Okay."

Jasper Yale went to the car to wait for her, and before long, she got in the car.

Hailey Jenkins wanted to dissuade her, "Miss Hughes, how about I take you around the area, have some fun? Some scenes aren’t suitable for women; I’m afraid it might scare you to faint."

"It’s okay. If I faint, aren’t you guys here? There’ll be someone to take me to the hospital."

Hailey Jenkins heard this and didn’t say much more.

Upon reaching the destination, Jasper Yale glanced outside the window. He must have been bored to suggest coming to such a place at night.

But Yelena Hughes got out of the car first. This place was quite desolate, surrounded by old houses, with scattered lights, indicating hardly anyone lived there.

Hailey Jenkins walked ahead, pushing open the door, and a musty, damp smell hit them.

Jasper Yale clenched his fist, placing it by his nose, while Yelena Hughes walked briskly inside to see three men tied to chairs.

They had just undergone a round of "service," with bruised and purple faces, their eyes void of arrogance, filled only with fear.

Yelena Hughes looked at the side, where a table was covered with sticks and other things, some of which already had blood on them.

"Interesting, huh?" Jasper Yale asked her.

"Can I talk to them alone for a moment?"

Jasper Yale thought it unwise, dangerous, "Whatever you have to say, say it in front of me."

"Forget it then." Yelena Hughes said and intended to leave.

Jasper Yale hugged her shoulder, realizing he was compromising, "This place is dirty; just ten minutes for you."

"Alright."

Hailey Jenkins signaled everyone else to leave.

The door behind closed, Yelena Hughes didn’t notice a hidden panel was opened on the door, allowing Jasper Yale to see everything inside from outside.

The man on the chair spat, "Quite capable, found yourself a backer?"

Backer?

Jasper Yale?

Really not giving up until the last minute, still not realizing why he was beaten?

"But let’s be honest, with your looks, any man would fall head over heels. Having someone stand up for you, do you feel proud?"

Yelena Hughes pondered over the man’s words.

She had never thought of relying on him, apart from asking Jasper Yale for medicine.

But hearing this reminder, she surprisingly entertained the notion.

Indeed, wouldn’t many problems be solved if she had a backer?

"Bitch, do you think I will let you go?"

The man saw Yelena Hughes reaching for something beside her, seemingly picking out something handy, soon grabbing a pair of scissors.

Jasper Yale watched as Yelena Hughes bent down, putting the scissors near the man’s mouth.

"So, it was you who took Zhuangzhuang?"

The man’s entire body tensed, "Wh... what Zhuangzhuang?"

"The dog, you were quite talkative about it at my house earlier."

The man swallowed hard, moving his face aside, "What do you want to do?"

"Was it you who ate it, or others too?"

He bounced his body up and down, but the chair was fixed, he couldn’t move at all. "I warn you, if you dare to act recklessly... I’ll go after your sister."

Yelena Hughes pressed the scissors against the man’s lips, using force to cut. The sharp blade scraped through without breaking or bleeding, but made a crisp snapping sound.

The man’s spirit seemed to have been cut.

He started to tremble all over, as Yelena Hughes lowered the scissors, "I’ll untie you, just don’t come to my house looking for trouble again, okay?"

The man on the chair repeatedly nodded.

Jasper Yale also heard what she said — is this her motherly compassion overflowing?

Still wanted to let him go?

Yelena Hughes stood with her back to Jasper Yale, her waist bent as the sound of scissors cutting echoed with a crunch.

The man’s eyes widened more and more, at last letting out a wail. "Ah——"

Don’t cut recklessly!

"I’ll definitely not appear in front of you again, ah——"

Yelena Hughes seemed to be venting. The man’s face showed terror, fear. His body uncontrollably shaking, as Yelena Hughes felt it was enough, she returned the scissors to the table.

She turned to leave, and Jasper Yale pushed the door open, the man had urinated in fear, his eyes rolling, the wet patch beneath his chair growing deeper.

Jasper Yale glanced and saw that the man’s pants had been cut into shreds, with dozens of slits, especially near the thigh, no wonder he was so scared.

Jasper Yale found it amusing, "Did you cut it off?"

"Don’t talk nonsense, young master, I am a law-abiding citizen, never doing anything illegal."

The curve at the corner of his mouth was amused by her demeanor, finding it rather funny.

Jasper Yale raised a hand, patting Yelena Hughes’s head, "Let’s go."

Once they got in the car, Jasper Yale said, "Never thought you’d be this ruthless, should I thank you for not cutting me before?"

His words carried a hint of a provocative tone.

Yelena Hughes didn’t want to respond, but she recalled the man’s earlier words.

She really should latch onto the young master a bit more; if Jasper Yale was willing to side with her, help her, wouldn’t having a backer make things easier?

Yelena Hughes’s voice softened quite a bit, "I wouldn’t bear to."

Jasper Yale only felt a burning desire rise in his lower abdomen — this woman is toxic!