He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 1077

She gritted her teeth. "That old harpy! This is going way too far! She leeched off Dad for years and popped out all those bastards, and now that he's gone, she actually brings them to our door to demand a title? As if we aren't humiliated enough! This is ridiculous, I'm going out there to throw her out!"

"Stop right there." Yardley's voice was hoarse and chilling as he blocked her path. His eyes were heavily bloodshot, and his jaw was locked tight. After two days without sleep, he was running on fumes.

"You are not going out there. The whole reason she's causing a scene is to blow things out of proportion. The second you get into a screaming match with her, someone will spin it against us, exactly like what happened with Mom and Veronica. The company is hanging by a thread. The only thing we can do is stabilize the narrative and stop the PR nightmare from getting worse. No matter what, do not act on impulse, or this family is finished."

Yardley was seeing the chessboard clearly now. None of this was a coincidence. Someone was pulling the strings from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strip the Flynns of everything they owned. He was determined to hold the line. No matter how brutal the fight got, he flat-out refused to hand his legacy over to them.

But right now, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. The company was defaulting on debts left and right, and major banks were breathing down his neck. Without immediate cash flow, surviving this crisis was next to impossible. All he wanted was to bury his father in peace and then desperately hunt for investors. Right now, anyone who offered him a lifeline would be treated like a savior.

Hearing this, Melanie forced herself to stop. She was trembling with fury, utterly powerless, gripping her fists so tight her knuckles turned white as she swallowed her rage.

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