He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 107

Scarlett's head snapped up, her eyes blazing with an inferno powerful enough to reduce them all to ash.

"I said, your performance is fully recorded."

The drone hovered steadily above them, its pitch-black, high-definition camera lens pointing directly downward, coldly documenting every single second.

"You... you set us up!"

Corinne's face warped in terror as the reality crashed down on her.

"Hurry! Knock that damn drone out of the sky! We absolutely cannot let that footage get out!"

Beads of cold sweat rapidly formed on Corinne's forehead. Gwen looked like a walking corpse, her body convulsing with uncontrollable tremors.

Sylvia was already in full-blown panic mode, completely losing her mind. She clamped her hands over her mouth, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

"Too late. The footage is already broadcasting live to the internet."

"Your vile, repulsive faces, and the sickening, unforgivable atrocities you committed against my mother... the whole world knows exactly what you are now."

"And let me set the record straight right now. My mother has always lived her life with dignity and honor. That money you claimed she earned by selling herself to men? She borrowed it. Every single cent was backed by an IOU, and my mother paid back every last dollar."

"If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I never would have believed it. The people who degraded and broke my mother that night weren't a pack of disgusting men—it was you! You so-called high-society ladies with your glamorous facades and rotten, malicious hearts! The smugness on your faces just now was absolutely nauseating!"

Scarlett wasn't just speaking to them; she was delivering this clarification directly to the drone's live feed.

Her mother had survived alone in the darkest gutters for so many years. She never defended herself, never complained, never surrendered. She swallowed her suffering and dragged herself out of the mud, transforming from a laughingstock into a legendary nightclub mogul.

The only reason Scarlett knew the truth was because she had once stumbled upon a drawer full of those old IOUs.

Even back then, she had thought it strange that all the IOUs were dated on the exact same night, and some even had the words "No need to repay" scribbled generously across them.

Now, she finally understood.

It must have been her mother's sheer resilience, unmatched alcohol tolerance, and unbreakable backbone that night that had commanded the respect of those men in the club.

Those same men later became her mother's most loyal clients, and some even evolved into genuine friends.

The moment Scarlett finished speaking, a flurry of heavy footsteps thundered at the terrace entrance.

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