He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 151

Yardley's chest tightened. The next second, through the video call, he saw an unbelievable scene unfolding in the private booth. On a massive red velvet sofa, two flushed, scantily clad women were draped over two shirtless young escorts. The sheer vulgarity of the display was blinding. The dim lighting obscured their faces, but the silhouettes were unmistakable.

Could it be...?

He froze, his eyes widening in shock.

Scarlett held up her phone, her expression ice-cold, filming a heavily intoxicated Sylvia and Gwen.

Behind her stood Stellan, built like a brick wall, his face devoid of emotion as he guarded her like a sentinel.

Seeing Scarlett filming, Sylvia froze. Then, realization hit her, and she shrieked. "Scarlett! How did you know we were here? This is a top-tier VIP booth! How did you get in? Put that phone down! You can't record us!"

Her shrieks grew more frantic as the alcohol fog lifted. She lunged forward, clawing the air.

Stellan simply shoved her back with one powerful arm, sending her stumbling and crashing to the floor.

Gwen, now mostly sobered up by the commotion, instinctively covered her face. Even in a moment like this, the older woman prioritized her image.

Grabbing a throw pillow to hide her head, she screamed, "Sylvia, hurry! Get them out of here! Grab her phone! If she gets this on video, we're ruined!"

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