He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 1035

The silence in the office was deafening.

Franklin stared at the pristine pages of the contract, his thumb anxiously rubbing the edge of the paper. His face was a mask of dark, brooding defeat.

He knew better than anyone that beneath its glamorous facade, Flynn Group was a hollowed-out shell, bleeding capital from a dozen hidden wounds.

He had spent the last several years hiding behind the scenes, drowning in his illicit affairs and neglecting the business. He was completely out of touch with the core operations. Forget orchestrating a massive corporate turnaround—he couldn't even manage their daily cash flow if his life depended on it.

It was in this agonizing moment that Franklin realized the son he had once viewed as a mere pawn had grown into an immovable titan.

If Yardley actually walked away, Flynn Group would file for bankruptcy within three days.

The stock would crash, creditors would swarm, and the entire Flynn family would be dragged into a bottomless pit of debt.

If Franklin were ten years younger, he might have called the bluff and gambled. But the landscape had changed since his glory days of building the company.

He couldn't afford the gamble. And he couldn't afford to lose.

A bitter cocktail of resentment, humiliation, and regret burned in his throat. Franklin clenched his fists, then slowly released them, his face an ugly shade of gray. He had spent his entire life holding all the cards, manipulating everyone around him. Never in his wildest nightmares did he imagine he would be pushed to the edge of a cliff by his own flesh and blood.

"You aren't giving me a choice. You know damn well what I have to do," Franklin hissed, his voice raw. He raised his hand instinctively, wanting to strike his son, only to realize that Yardley now towered over him by half a head.

He had already lost.

Yardley met his gaze. His eyes were devoid of pity—only the sharp, unshakable clarity of a man who had survived too many betrayals.

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