The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 121: Go to His House

Yelena Hughes turned off the mute, and the room’s lights weren’t on.

The glow from her phone cast a pale white light on her face.

The footage was shaky, definitely filmed on a phone. Yelena got up and pulled headphones from a drawer; as soon as she put them on, a barrage of unspeakable sounds filled her ears.

"Come on, blow us one."

Anne Hughes stood naked in a room, surrounded by several men, someone handing her a flute.

She didn’t know how, she’d never even touched one, and she tried desperately to shy away from the camera, but couldn’t escape.

"Ha ha—"

"How old are you, haven’t you developed yet?"

"So skinny, like a rack of bones. Hurry up and blow!"

Anne picked up the flute and blew hard, the harsh sound mingled with the roars of laughter echoing in Yelena’s ears.

On the phone, another line popped up quickly: "Go ahead, enjoy it yourself, isn’t this pretty good?"

Yelena’s jaw clenched so tightly she nearly shattered her teeth, her eyes glued to the screen, lips drained of color.

She glanced at Anne sleeping beside her; her body kept tossing around, clearly unable to sleep soundly.

Yelena took a deep breath, hands trembling, and replied.

"Who made you do this?"

"Relax, I just keep it on my phone, enjoying it by myself. Don’t cut off contact with me—that’s all."

Yelena pressed her thin lips into a rigid line. "I can pay for it. Name your price?"

"Money’s not the issue."

When Yelena messaged again, there was no further response.

Afraid of spooking them, she didn’t ask anything else.

Later in the night, Anne woke up in terror from a nightmare, her whole body jerking, held fast by an arm. "Anne, don’t be afraid."

Anne burrowed frantically into Yelena’s arms. The bedside lamp flicked on, and Anne’s forehead glistened, beaded with sweat.

"Sis, haven’t you slept yet?"

"No, can’t sleep."

Yelena pulled over the pillow and sat up, embracing Anne tightly. "Don’t be scared, it was just a nightmare. Now you’re awake, it’s over."

Anne said nothing, eyes clenched shut.

Yelena placed her hand on Anne’s head. "Anne, I know you admitted to stealing because you were forced. I know you didn’t have a choice."

Anne jerked her head up, only for Yelena to hold her by the shoulders. "If anything happens, never hide it from me in the future..."

"Sis, I..." Anne stared into the distance. "How much do you know?"

"I’ve seen the video."

Anne started struggling, as if to retreat under the covers, but Yelena pressed her down firmly. "Anne, don’t be scared. Listen to me, I can handle this. You have to trust me!"

"But you’re not Superman."

"I am," Yelena couldn’t hold back her tears, letting them fall onto Anne’s face. "For you, Anne, I can be."

After finally calming her down, Yelena asked some crucial questions.

"Where was the place in the video? Did you see their faces?"

Anne tried hard, though she longed to run away, she forced herself to remember.

"Right near our house. They wore masks—the plastic ones we used to see as kids."

Every time Anne closed her eyes, those twisted faces flashed before her.

"They kept saying, don’t go too far with me, since I have heart disease. They’re afraid if things go wrong, someone might die."

This was definitely premeditated. What does anyone gain by targeting someone so sick?

In the end, it was still Yelena’s original sin.

"Anne, the last time at the cinema— You didn’t film anything, but still confessed. Was it Nancy who threatened you?"

"I don’t know. I just got a message saying if I didn’t admit it, they’d send the video over and even send it to your phone."

Yelena didn’t need to suspect anyone else. This was definitely tied to Nancy Alden.

She knew it in her bones, but had no proof.

Yelena got up from the bed. "Anne, rest. I’ll be here in the room."

Her mind was clear now, not the least bit scattered.

Yelena made a thorough list of everything to do the next few days.

In winter, Southcross City mornings rarely saw any sun.

Yelena glanced at Anne, just fallen asleep, then dug out her down jacket and put it on.

She arrived at The Summit Gardens before calling Jasper Yale.

Yelena thought he might still be sleeping, but he answered fast.

"Hello."

"Jay, I want to see you."

Jasper had just finished running, sweat still on his face. "Didn’t you resolve things with your sister?"

"No. It’s not over yet."

Yelena was stopped at the door, eyes fixed on the extravagant mansion, "I want to talk to you in person."

Jasper walked out of the gym and down the stairs. "Where are you?"

"At your front gate."

He paused his steps. "What, you want to come in?"

"You can come out to meet me too, Jay."

Jasper came down, only a coat thrown over from just finishing his workout.

The bodyguard led Yelena inside. Today’s fog was heavy; weaving through the dense, leafy garden, her legs grew damp without noticing.

Yelena entered a small room, Jasper waiting inside.

The room was warm, the fireplace popping quietly with flames.

Yelena took off her shoes at the door. Jasper waved her to come closer.

In the early morning, after working out, his hair was half wet, his eyes holding a divided kind of intimacy.

Yelena approached, Jasper brushed her face lightly.

"What did you do last night, didn’t sleep?"

"Yeah, I really stayed up all night."

Jasper noted the dark circles under her eyes. "How’d you find me here?"

"Jay, what I have to say next might upset you, but I need you to let me finish."

Jasper’s face grew solemn.

"Trying to explain why your sister stole, or argue she’s innocent? No need." Jasper didn’t want to hear it; whether Anne stole or not didn’t matter to him.

"But if I said Nancy arranged for someone to grab my sister, would you believe me?"

Jasper watched as Yelena pulled out a stack of papers from her bag—all printed out.

She had printed out every frame from the video, with heavy mosaics over Anne.

She also printed the WhatsApp chat screenshot from last night.

"It’s all so blurred, what can you even see?"

"Jay, you said before—I could come to you for help, no matter what."

Yelena knew she could eventually take down these people on her own, but she was afraid things would change, more afraid Anne couldn’t bear the agony of waiting.

"Why do you say Nancy ordered this?"

"Because of that incident at the cinema: if Nancy wasn’t working with those guys, how would my sister just happen to get the threatening message at that exact time? They said if she didn’t admit to filming, they’d release the video."

Jasper flipped through the stack in his hands.

"And the text?"

Yelena faltered, her voice growing weaker. "She was so scared I’d find out, she deleted it."