He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 212

Scarlett looked up, her gaze locking onto the two men. A few seconds later, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

Talia was still gossiping on the other end of the line, but Scarlett had to cut her off. "Talia, I've got to let you go. I'll send you a picture in a second. I guarantee, this time you won't be saying 'oh my god' a hundred times—it'll be ten thousand."

"What???" Talia asked, utterly confused.

Leaving her in suspense, Scarlett hung up the phone. She stood up, staring at the two stunningly handsome men standing before her, her ears turning a suspicious shade of pink. She managed a stiff, mechanical smile. "Julian, could this be...?"

Julian offered a polite smile of introduction. "Chatwin Wyatt. He's a top-tier attorney in Bay City, infamous for his razor-sharp tongue, and a senior partner at Damon Legal. Moving forward, he'll be serving as the legal counsel for Croft Design Studio, and he'll also be your personal lawyer."

Scarlett let out a million silent screams in her head.

It was actually him—Chatwin Wyatt!!!

She couldn't quite believe her eyes or her ears. Instinctively, she covered her mouth, her jaw practically on the floor.

She knew him all too well. Back in college, both he and Julian were the golden boys of the law school. They were the most popular guys on campus, outrageously handsome, and impossibly cool. Chatwin was incredibly athletic, dominating both the debate stage and the basketball court. Talia had been his absolute biggest fangirl, constantly dragging Scarlett to the gym to watch him play. Whether it was a major debate tournament or a basketball game, Talia and Scarlett were always there in the bleachers playing cheerleader.

Well, Scarlett was forced to be there, anyway.

But in that moment, Chatwin recognized her instantly. He reached out with long, elegant fingers and lightly tapped her on the forehead. "I know this little one. She spent most of college drooling over me. So, you're the one divorcing Yardley Flynn?" He gave a slight smirk, a teasing glint in his eye. "Well, let me be the first to congratulate you on escaping that misery. Now you can go back to drooling over me."

Scarlett was speechless.

As a lawyer—a profession that demanded absolute integrity and seriousness—he should have looked strictly professional. Yet, the aura surrounding him was a compelling mix of righteousness and wicked charm. Standing there, he looked like a masterfully forged blade: razor-sharp, exposed, and undeniably dangerous.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his gaze landing on Scarlett, a smirk playing on his lips. "Get a good shot? Want me to take off the shirt and show off the abs? I'm highly cooperative."

His voice was deep, magnetic, and laced with a lazy sort of teasing that made Scarlett blush bright red on the spot.

"Uh... that won't be necessary," she stammered.

Julian cleared his throat, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Chatwin, stop radiating hormones. You're here to work."

Chatwin let out a rich, hearty laugh that only made his handsome face look even more mesmerizing. "Alright, alright. Take a seat, clients. Let's get down to business and go over the details of your case."