He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 299

It was a video file.

In the footage, a man and a woman were tangled together in the backseat of a car. The woman's arms were locked around the man's neck while he pressed her down into the seat.

Even though it was only a minute long, the license plate and both of their faces were crystal clear.

It was the exact moment that had just played out between him and Scarlett.

The message came from an unknown number. It had to be the woman who was lurking in the shadows holding the phone.

His expression turned dangerously cold.

His long fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a swift, sharp reply: *What do you want?*

The response came instantly: *To watch you and that bitch lose everything. You're finished, Julian.*

A terrifying, icy glint flashed in his eyes as a suspicion rapidly began to form.

*Who are you?*

Instead of a reply, the sender just texted back a deeply twisted, sinister emoji.

Seeing his expression darken, Chatwin tilted his head. "What's wrong?"

Julian handed him the phone with a heavy sigh. "We were set up tonight. Do you know the owner of that campsite? Do they have security cameras?"

Watching the clip, Chatwin felt the hairs on his arms stand up. He cursed loudly.

He nodded. "I have his number. They should have cameras. Let me call him."

He got in touch with the owner, who confirmed there was full surveillance coverage.

After running through the possibilities, even Chatwin was breaking out in a cold sweat. Thinking about the recent custody dispute, he ventured a guess.

"Do you think Yardley orchestrated this to guarantee custody? Frame her as an unfaithful wife and destroy both of your reputations in one shot?"

The thought had definitely crossed Julian's mind, but he instinctively shook his head. "We grew up together. I don't think he's capable of something this vile."

*I don't think so.* But he couldn't be sure.

So much had happened recently that he truly didn't know the man anymore.

Chatwin went quiet. He never imagined that organizing a simple night out would turn into such a nightmare. A heavy wave of guilt settled over him.

The owner of the campsite was incredibly cooperative, bringing up all the footage from that night.

Julian sat completely still, his eyes locked on the screens, tracking every single person. His face was a mask of cold, unforgiving stone. The oppressive intensity radiating off him was so terrifying that neither Chatwin nor the owner dared to make a sound.