He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 31

The call disconnected abruptly.

Scarlett's fingers trembled around her phone, the lingering spark of anger finally erupting into a roaring flame.

Yardley's excuses about taking care of a friend's wife or treating Sylvia like a sister were pathetic. In the face of Sylvia's blatant declarations of ownership, they were downright laughable!

She took a deep breath. Her body felt as fragile as paper, but her eyes had never been clearer.

"Zenith Tower," Scarlett murmured. The fire in her eyes instantly sharpened into a biting, icy glare.

It was the Flynn Group's most critical project of the year, and the masterpiece she had poured two entire years of her life into.

From the initial site surveys to the concept designs, and the countless scrapped blueprints, she had pulled numerous all-nighters and revised thousands of drafts.

Every calculation and every line held her soul.

Even during her early pregnancy, she had fought through severe morning sickness just to sit at her computer and perfect the structural models.

She had nearly suffered a miscarriage for this project. Yet Yardley Flynn hadn't even bothered to ask before inserting Sylvia as her direct superior.

He didn't just lack love for her. He was actively destroying her livelihood.

Scarlett took another deep breath, leaning her weak frame against the cold wall to force herself to calm down.

Five years. Half a decade of sacrifices had finally brought her to her senses.

She refused to be the pathetic, submissive one in this relationship anymore. If all her effort couldn't buy even a shred of his compassion, she would ruthlessly take back everything she could.

For the rest of her life, she would no longer compromise. She was done giving her love and devotion.

"Yardley, every ounce of love I had for you ends right now."

Gripping the wall, she dragged herself to the desk, opened her laptop, and accessed a backup drive hidden in an encrypted folder.

It contained the raw data of all her professional achievements over the past five years.

Among them were all the design drafts, revision logs, meeting minutes, and email correspondence with partners for Zenith Tower, from day one.

These were the ironclad proofs that she was the true mastermind behind the project.

After organizing and zipping the files, carefully tagging them with detailed timestamps, she uploaded everything to a secure cloud server.

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