He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 178

Yardley stood completely paralyzed. His face had taken another brutal hit, both cheeks now radiating an intense, stinging heat.

He stood frozen, glaring at Sylvia with eyes as cold as hellfire.

Of all the times for this woman to show up, why now? Wasn't his life chaotic enough?

"Yardley, does it hurt?" Sylvia stepped forward, instinctively reaching up to cradle his face, her eyes fixed on the red handprint.

He violently shoved her hands away, immediately taking two steps back. "How did you find out I lived here? And how did you get inside?"

Sylvia stumbled back, catching her balance before a look of deep grievance washed over her face. "I... I called you and you wouldn't answer, and you didn't reply to my texts. I was just worried about you!"

"I got the address from the property manager at Orchard Villa. He told me you were staying here temporarily."

A coquettish blush suddenly crept onto her cheeks. "The passcode was so easy to guess. You still like using my birthday as your password, just like always. Hehe..."

Yardley was stunned.

His door passcode was Sylvia’s birthday?

He thought about it for a second. It actually was... He had been using that string of numbers for everything since they were kids. Over time, it had just become muscle memory. He frequently used those numbers out of pure habit, completely forgetting that they were tied to her birthday.

Thank god Scarlett didn't find out... A wave of panic and guilt washed over him.

He glared at Sylvia icily. "Even so, you don't just walk in without knocking. Do you have zero basic manners?"

"I was just so desperate to see you!" Sylvia cried. "Is Ms. Langley really that determined to divorce you? Honestly, I think you should just sign the papers and get it over with. If this keeps going, she's going to destroy all of us..."

Standing outside, Sylvia had heard the entire conversation.

She was secretly thrilled. On one hand, she had heard Yardley offer to shoulder all the compensation costs, which was a huge relief. On the other, she had heard Scarlett firmly demanding a divorce, which was exactly what she wanted. She was praying he would divorce Scarlett as quickly as possible.

The air around Yardley grew terrifyingly dense. He radiated a suffocating, lethal aura.

He didn't say a word, but the sheer intensity of his anger made Sylvia tremble.

Her long manicured nails dug into her palms as she walked out of his apartment, burning with sheer indignation.

SLAM!

Yardley shut the door forcefully right behind her, literally slamming it in her face.

Sylvia stood in the hallway, stomping her foot in rage. But a second later, a malicious, triumphant smirk twisted her lips.

She had recorded every single word of Yardley and Scarlett's screaming match!

Scarlett had spewed plenty of insults about the Flynn family, which was perfect. Sylvia had recently caught wind that the Flynns were planning a massive hundred-day milestone party for Scarlett’s daughter. There was no way in hell she was going to let that brat get that kind of royal treatment.

She was taking this recording straight to the Flynn family to let them hear exactly how arrogant Scarlett was, and how viciously she had treated Yardley!

With a smug smile, Sylvia took the elevator down, got in her car, and drove straight to Flynn Manor.