The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 114: She Was Kidnapped

The elevator doors opened, and Hailey Jenkins shielded Jasper Yale and Nancy as they went inside.

In the huge elevator, soon all that remained was the sound of sobbing.

The car was parked downstairs; Jasper Yale carried her to the back seat, and Nancy’s tears kept flowing out. "Why did you have to say that?"

"Nancy, it isn’t something shameful."

Jasper Yale actually thought Yelena Hughes had a point. "Even if you really are disabled, don’t let it make you feel inferior. You care too much about what other people think—it’s exhausting."

At moments when she should be admiring a beautiful view, she was only worried whether people would notice her wheelchair. But after all, it wasn’t like she’d never be able to stand again.

That night, Nancy didn’t touch a thing and shut herself away in her room.

Josephine didn’t dare go in on her own—she knocked several times. "Miss, please eat something."

"Go away, all of you, just go!"

Josephine sighed and went downstairs. Jasper Yale sat at the dining table, glancing at the food she’d brought back untouched.

"She still refuses to eat?"

"Young Master, she’s always been so proud... Can’t you figure out a way to suppress the news?"

Jasper Yale was unmoved. "She’ll eat when she’s hungry enough."

Josephine couldn’t understand—since when had Jasper’s attitude changed?

He saw her still standing by and set down his chopsticks. "Josephine, if Nancy keeps going on like this, do you think it’ll do her any good? Whenever anyone looks at her for a second longer, she thinks they’re mocking her. That’s an illness."

Josephine frowned faintly. "Young Master, you mean that girl today? But she admitted it herself."

Jasper Yale picked up the glass of water from the table, took a sip.

"Even if she really did record, who can guarantee that she won’t get secretly filmed and talked about whenever she goes out? The Alden Family needs someone who can carry their burdens now, not a fragile doll who clings to trivial matters at the public restroom door."

Josephine’s heart skipped a beat at that.

Jasper Yale got up and went upstairs. He knew Nancy was crying, but he didn’t go in to comfort her.

Yelena Hughes and Anne returned home, Lindsay Walsh hadn’t come back yet.

Yelena closed the door and went to her sister. "Anne, why did you own up to it today?"

Anne already knew Yelena would ask.

She’d spent the whole way home anxious, thinking of all sorts of excuses, but in the end she just said, "I’m sorry, sis. I really did take the picture, but I deleted it right away."

"Why did you take a picture of her?"

Anne twisted her fingers nervously, "I... I thought her outfit was pretty. I wanted to buy one."

Yelena gently took Anne’s hand, whispering, "Anne, if something’s happened you have to tell me." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Anne lowered her eyes and nodded.

Yelena didn’t believe her story; if Anne really meant it, she wouldn’t have clung so desperately to her phone, refusing to give it up.

Could it be, there was a secret hidden on her phone?

That night, the sisters slept together.

Yelena kept her eyes open deep into the night, waiting until the steady rhythm of Anne’s breathing told her she was asleep, then turned over quietly.

She searched around but couldn’t find Anne’s phone.

Yelena remembered Anne liked to hide her treasures under her pillow; she reached in, and sure enough, found it.

The fingerprint settings had been done with Yelena’s help, so she gently pulled Anne’s finger to unlock it.

She looked through it—Anne had already cleared things out before sleeping, so nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But Yelena still wasn’t at ease. She registered her own fingerprint, and after doing so, put the phone back where it was.

After New Year’s, Southcross City’s streets and alleys gradually took on a festive air.

The weather was cold and damp, as if no amount of warm clothing could keep the chill from seeping into your bones.

Yelena Hughes and Dean Holloway finished up reporting and planned to head home.

"Get in, I’ll drive you."

"No need, the subway’s just up ahead." Yelena didn’t want to trouble him.

Her phone chimed—a WhatsApp notification from Anne.

"Sis, it’s late. Are you coming home?"

"Yeah, I’m almost there."

She walked forward, waved back at Dean Holloway without turning around, "I’m off."

A motorcycle’s roar suddenly split the air—like a tsunami, a blade over mountain rock. Sitting in his car, Dean Holloway clamped his hands over his ears.

"Damn, who’s the show-off!"

Just as he said it, a heavy motorcycle pulled up beside Yelena. The rider planted one foot and, in a quick move, threw her onto the bike.

As Yelena’s phone hit the ground, the man slammed the accelerator—gone in seconds.

Dean Holloway was stunned!

No way he could catch up, even now, not even their shadow!

Dean rushed out, picked up Yelena’s phone. "Don’t panic, don’t panic, I’ve seen serious shit before."

First, he called the police.

Then, back in his car, he explained the situation to the cops while driving—but scanning the endless street, there wasn’t a trace of that bike.

Fuck.

Had Yelena been kidnapped?

Dean wiped his face and opened her contacts, looking for her family.

Fingers trembling, he scrolled down until Jasper Yale’s name caught his eye—a lifeline.

Without a second thought, he dialed. As soon as the call connected, Dean started shouting,

"Young Master Yale, I’m Yelena’s friend—she’s been kidnapped!"

"What do you mean, kidnapped?"

"She was literally just walking, and the next second she was thrown onto a bike and taken away."

"Where exactly did it happen?"

Dean named a street.

"Did you get a good look at the guy?"

"No."

"Any distinguishing features?"

"He was completely covered. Just riding a motorcycle."

So in other words, he hadn’t said a thing useful.

Jasper Yale hung up, his car already on the expressway. In that busy downtown, Yelena had actually been snatched so brazenly.

"Hailey, head for Veridian."

"Yes."

The motorcycle flew by, Yelena clinging on, barely daring to move—the speed leaving all the cars behind. She was terrified that one wrong move would send her flying off.

The result would be terrible; she might be run over and killed right there.

After racing for a while, the bike turned up the mountain, and up top she could hear some distant commotion.

The man stopped in an empty clearing; Yelena seized the chance to jump off, clutching her stomach in pain, staggering back, eyes fixed warily on the man.

He took off his helmet and waved at her. "Hey."

It was Shawn Thorne.

Yelena looked around—this really was the middle of nowhere. "Master Thorne, can’t believe Mr. Thorne let you out again."

"I swore I wouldn’t cause trouble. Been beaten so bad the marks haven’t faded yet. Yelena, you really just keep playing your cards right."

No point panicking now—there was no way to escape. Yelena knew she couldn’t go head to head with him.

"Master Thorne, if I’d had any other choice, I wouldn’t have done what I did."

Shawn saw her glancing around, pulled off his leather gloves and climbed off the bike. "Hoping Young Master Yale’s going to save you? Stop dreaming. He’ll never find this place."