He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 154

But regret was useless now. Gwen shot Corinne desperate, pleading looks. Yet Corinne, terrified that the crossfire would hit her, miraculously decided to play the coward. She shrank back into the corner, keeping her mouth shut.

Scarlett eyed them coldly, taking in their rapidly shifting expressions. Deciding she had let them stew long enough, she cleared her throat, pulled up a plush stool, and sat down elegantly. "Fine. I won't expose you... on three conditions."

Sylvia's head snapped up. "What conditions? Tell me! As long as I can do it, I promise—"

Scarlett narrowed her eyes. She already had her plan. "First. During my entire pregnancy and postpartum recovery, my husband was at your beck and call. You will compensate me for emotional distress to the tune of fifty million."

Sylvia's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She scrambled up from the floor. "What?! Are you crazy? Fifty million? Don't even think about it!"

Gwen snapped out of her daze and jumped in. "You actually have the nerve to ask for that? Do you honestly think you can just extort us? Fifty million... why don't you just go rob a bank?!"

Scarlett sat calmly, her arms crossed, her gaze entirely unfazed. "Looks like you can't accept the first condition. I guess we have nothing to talk about." She let out a soft yawn and stood up. "Stellan, just leak it. I'm done wasting time on them."

"Understood, Ms. Langley," Stellan replied mechanically, resuming his task on the phone.

Sylvia stared blankly at his hands. A tiny part of her had hoped this mysterious man was just a prop Scarlett was using to bluff. But reality hit her like a bucket of ice water. Less than two minutes later, Yardley's phone rang. It was the Flynn Group's PR department.

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