He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 206

Everything clicked into place in Scarlett's mind.

"Ms. Dawson used to tell me about her grandson," Scarlett said, her eyes wide. "She said he was a prodigy, hyper-sensitive to lines and geometry since he was a kid."

"He got fast-tracked through his education, made a name for himself young, and designed all these brilliant buildings around the world... That was you!"

Julian laughed, extending a hand toward her.

"Looks like we were trained by the same master. No wonder every time I see your designs, they feel so inherently familiar. You were mentored by my grandmother."

Scarlett eagerly shook his hand.

The heavy, suffocating mood Sylvia had dragged in vanished entirely, replaced by a refreshing sense of camaraderie.

"It's a small world. I guess I shouldn't just call you Julian anymore—I should call you my senior."

Julian chuckled. "Call me whatever you want. What matters is that we crossed paths for a reason."

Scarlett nodded with a grin, wholeheartedly agreeing.

They spent the rest of the morning swapping stories about Madeleine, finding they had an endless amount in common.

It felt like two kindred spirits finally meeting, and before they knew it, the entire morning had slipped away.

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Meanwhile, things were taking a much darker turn elsewhere.

Sylvia was hysterical, sobbing and begging for mercy the entire car ride, but Yardley ignored her completely. He drove straight to a high-end hotel.

He booked a room, shoved Sylvia into a corner, and, with a face like thunder, called Corinne Quinn and Gwen Quinn.

He demanded they get there immediately—he had a major announcement.

He refused to bring this level of absolute humiliation back to the Flynn estate, which was why he opted for the hotel.

While waiting for the sisters to arrive, Yardley stood by the window, chain-smoking one cigarette after another.

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