He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 280

Yardley felt like his head was going to explode.

He felt like a desperate firefighter—the moment he managed to put out one blaze, another erupted right behind him.

From sunrise to sunset, he didn't drink a single drop of water, consumed entirely by anxiety and rage.

Finally, as evening fell, he couldn't take it anymore. He dialed the number he knew by heart.

Scarlett hadn't seen Dawn for two full days.

Her left eye had been twitching non-stop, and an invisible weight pressed crushing down on her chest.

She had made a vow to herself: If I don't see my daughter before the sun goes down, I am tearing down the Flynn Estate. I will take her back by force if I have to.

Her phone buzzed. "Yardley Flynn" flashed on the screen.

She answered immediately, her voice like ice. "Finally figured it out, Yardley?"

Yardley forced down his fury, his voice low and raspy. "Scarlett... the stock crash. Did you have anything to do with it?"

Scarlett let out a soft, amused laugh. "What do you think?"

Yardley slammed his hand down on his office desk, the sound echoing loudly through the receiver.

"I looked into it. The firm shorting us is Blackstone Capital, the top investment firm in Country A. The man pulling the strings is Bill, a financial titan that even billionaires are terrified of."

"Stop playing dumb, Scarlett! There is no way you managed to get close to someone like Bill in a matter of days!"

"This is all just a coincidence, isn't it? Foreign capital decided to slaughter Flynn Group, and you just happened to use the timing to your advantage. That has to be it, right?!"

On the other end of the line, Scarlett actually laughed out loud.

Yardley's arrogance and delusion were baked into his DNA. Even as his empire crumbled around him, he still refused to believe that she was capable of destroying him.

Fine then. Let him stay delusional for a little longer.

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