He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 282

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Looking at the wide-open gates of the Flynn Estate, a frosty smirk plays on Scarlett's lips. She raises a slender hand and snaps her fingers in the air.

A split second later, a scene Yardley never could have anticipated unfolds.

Over a dozen sleek black Maybachs suddenly speed down the road from both sides, screeching to a perfectly synchronized halt in the courtyard outside the gates.

The doors swing open in unison. Dozens of towering, broad-shouldered bodyguards in sharp black suits and sunglasses pour out of the vehicles.

At the forefront is Stellan. With a single sharp command, the men instantly form two disciplined ranks behind him, descending like a dark storm cloud to stand at Scarlett's back.

Yardley stares, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Scarlett, what... what is the meaning of this? Why did you bring all these men here?"

Scarlett crosses her arms, her smirk deepening. "Isn't it obvious? Do you really need to ask?"

She gives Stellan a slight nod.

Without hesitation, Stellan leads his men marching straight into the Flynn Estate.

The butler panics, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Intruders! Help! Ms. Langley brought men onto the grounds! Get them out of here!"

The estate's security personnel swarm out from every corner. But Stellan's men are an elite, highly trained tactical unit. In mere moments, every single guard employed by the Flynn family is crying out in agony—either nursing a dislocated shoulder or pinned to the ground, completely incapacitated.