He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 298

Julian glanced down at the flushed, writhing woman in the backseat. His dark eyes deepened, a flash of intense heartache crossing his features, but he was completely helpless to soothe her.

Sighing, he happened to look up. Just a short distance away, a slender silhouette was standing in the shadows.

The parking lot lighting was terrible, so he couldn't make out her face, but he could tell it was a woman. She was smiling—a sick, twisted smile—and she had her phone raised, pointing directly at them.

A deafening ringing filled his ears.

To check on Scarlett, he had turned on the interior dome light.

Which meant if that woman had been recording this entire time, every second of him and Scarlett struggling and tangling in the backseat was now saved on her phone.

She was the one who spiked the drinks.

Realizing this, he violently shoved the car door open and sprinted toward the spot.

But when he scanned the area, it was completely empty. It was as if no one had ever been there.

Had he imagined it?

No. Absolutely not. He hadn't seen her face clearly, but he knew exactly what he saw.

He quickly searched the perimeter. The faint sound of music and laughter still drifted over from the campsite, but the woman was gone.

He didn't find her, but Chatwin soon came jogging over.

Resting his hands on his knees, the lawyer groaned, looking utterly wrecked. "Jesus, that was a nightmare. I almost lost my dignity."

Julian took one look at him and actually flinched.

His neck was covered in hickeys, his shirt was torn completely open, his collar was smeared with lipstick, and his hair was a disaster. He looked exactly like a man who had barely escaped a pack of wild animals.

They stared at each other for a second before they both burst out laughing.

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