He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 210

The more Gwen yelled, the more hysterical she became.

The realization that her entire future and standing in Silas Stetson's family could be obliterated by Sylvia's catastrophic stupidity pushed her over the edge.

She raised her hand and delivered a vicious slap right across Sylvia's face.

She raised her hand to strike again, but Corinne caught her wrist and stepped in front of Sylvia.

"Enough, Gwen! The damage is done! Hitting her won't fix this!"

"What we need right now is a plan! The Crofts are obviously going to throw the kid out. We need to figure out our next move!"

Just as Corinne shouted those words, Sylvia's phone started ringing. It was Mae, Caleb's nanny.

Trembling, Sylvia answered the call. "Mae..."

"Mrs. Croft... the Madam kicked the baby and me out first thing this morning.

She told me to bring Caleb to you to figure out what to do with him.

She... she said you can take him wherever you want, but you're banned from the new house and the estate. What am I supposed to do?"

Sylvia froze completely.

Her phone slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the floor.

Mae was still frantically talking on the other end, but Sylvia couldn't hear a word.

The room spun wildly around her, a deafening ringing echoing in her ears.

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Meanwhile, Yardley had just returned to Flynn Group.

The moment he sat down in his leather chair, Nathan rushed in, dripping in nervous sweat, clutching two legal documents.

"Mr. Flynn, we received two summonses this morning. One is Ms. Langley filing for divorce, and the other is her suing us over the copyright of the Zenith Tower design..."

"We've already sunk a massive amount of capital into Zenith Tower.

Between the materials and labor, we're conservatively looking at a billion-dollar investment.

If she wins the lawsuit and takes back the copyright, all of that money goes down the drain."

Yardley remained silent.

He slumped into his chair, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag.

His eyes were dead and freezing as he stared at Nathan.

What shocked Yardley even more was that foreign press had leaked evidence proving his father and Irene had secretly fathered three children in Country A over the last two decades.

The oldest daughter was twenty, and the youngest son was barely three.

Photos of the three kids and Irene had flooded international networks.

The internet was having a meltdown. The sheer hypocrisy had the public out for blood.

Flynn Group's entire PR department was collapsing.

The phone lines were jammed, the company website had crashed, and all their official social media accounts were being bombarded with hate.

Yardley's face turned a dangerous shade of gray. His eyes were completely unhinged.

In a blind fit of rage, he stood up and swept everything off his desk—including his state-of-the-art computer housing highly confidential company data.

It shattered on the floor.

Just as the monitor cracked, the office door flew open.

Franklin stormed in, his face black with fury.

Father and son locked eyes, both of them radiating an explosive, murderous rage.