He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 300

When the footage reached the moment he and Scarlett were singing, Julian's eyes suddenly locked onto the entrance of the campsite.

He pointed sharply at the screen. "Zoom in right there. Yes, on that woman."

The owner managed to enhance the video, bringing the woman's face into slightly sharper focus.

One glance was all it took. A flash of pure, murderous rage ignited in Julian's eyes. He stood up so fast his chair scraped violently against the floor.

"Pull all the footage of her from tonight and lock down the files," he ordered as he headed for the door. "I know exactly who she is. I'm going to find her."

He strode out without looking back, disappearing into the night.

Chatwin's jaw practically hit the floor as he stared at the screen.

It was just a blurry, pixelated shape of a woman. With the terrible lighting and awful resolution, you couldn't make out any facial features.

How on earth did he recognize her from that? *Architects and their freakish attention to detail,* he thought.

Despite his internal grumbling, he obediently followed the orders and started archiving the files. When Julian got that intense, even a top-tier lawyer knew better than to argue.

After painstakingly tracking the woman's movements throughout the night, he finally found the missing piece. Just as they had all walked over to grab the roast whole lamb, the woman had briefly slipped into their tent before hurrying away.

Even though the tent fabric blocked the actual moment the drinks were spiked, Julian was right—her behavior was incredibly suspicious.

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Armed with the video on her phone, Sylvia made her way to Yardley's hospital room.

It was late into the night, but he was still wide awake, staring blankly at the ceiling with hollow eyes.

Every time he remembered that the mandatory waiting period before finalization of divorce in this country was ticking closer to the end, his chest tightened painfully, and his breathing hitched.

Seeing her, his expression remained entirely flat, devoid of the warmth he used to show her. "What are you doing here?"

She was holding a container of chicken soup with tortellini, bought from his favorite restaurant.

Unfazed by his cold shoulder, she walked over and opened the lid, letting the rich aroma fill the room.

"I heard you haven't been eating. This is your favorite. Just have a few bites."

He waved her off dismissively. "I'm not hungry. Take it away."

She let out a soft, mocking laugh.

"You're in here starving yourself to death over her, and what is she doing? She's busy getting hot and heavy with Julian in the back of a car."