He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 183

Clarissa, Corinne, and Sylvia were all completely stunned. No one had expected Scarlett to be this brazen, not even taking Franklin seriously.

"Dad!" Clarissa's anger flared. "If we don't discipline her now, she's really going to turn this world upside down!"

Franklin snapped back to reality, slamming his hand heavily against the back of his chair. A chilling glint flashed in his eyes.

"Clarissa, apart from bringing the child back, I want her blacklisted across the entire industry under the pretense of stealing our core corporate secrets—the Zenith Tower blueprints. Freeze all her assets and have the authorities take her in for investigation."

"Furthermore, spread the word about her unfilial and wicked behavior. I want all of Bay City to know exactly what kind of daughter-in-law joined the Flynn family!"

In that moment, a murderous aura emanated from Franklin. He refused to believe that no matter how tough Scarlett acted, she could outmatch his ruthless tactics. He hadn't built the Flynn Group empire in Bay City by playing nice. If she dared to disrespect him, he would make sure both mother and daughter learned the consequences!

Clarissa clenched her fists, her eyes burning with rage. "Understood, Dad. I'll get it done right away."

Sylvia desperately tried to hide her smirk, feeling intensely vindicated.

Corinne clapped her hands in gleeful approval. "The older ginger is always spicier! To handle a stubborn mule like her, the old man has to step in!"

This time, the Flynn family struck like lightning.

In less than three days, Scarlett's infamous reputation for being unfilial and vicious spread throughout Bay City's elite circles, fueling wild rumors. Soon after, she began receiving notifications that her bank accounts and assets were frozen. Then, industry colleagues leaked that the Flynn Group had ordered a universal blacklist against her; anyone who dared hire her would make an enemy of the Flynns.

It was character assassination. These three coordinated strikes were undoubtedly meant to sever every escape route she had in the city.

Old man Franklin was truly ruthless. She had only talked back to him a few times, and he wanted to bury her alive.

Sitting in her brand-new office at Croft Design Studio, looking out at the river view through the window, Scarlett chuckled softly.

Clever. Truly clever. The old man still had some bite. Compared to Yardley begging for forgiveness or Corinne throwing tantrums, Franklin had skipped straight to the lethal blows.

If these tactics had been used in the past, Scarlett might really have been crushed to dust, forced to crawl back to the Flynns to beg for a way out. But to the woman she was now, these tricks were nothing more than a minor annoyance.

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