He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 350

"You can be as crazy as you want, Sylvia, but watch your mouth," Julian snarled, his voice a lethal whip. "I've left you a shred of dignity up until now, but that is not an invitation for you to keep testing me!"

Clenching his fists to suppress the urge to do worse, Julian turned his back on her and strode out of the café. The mere thought that he had wasted five years married to this toxic, suffocating woman made his skin crawl.

Humiliated and furious, Sylvia wiped the dripping coffee from her eyes and chased after him. She burst out of the café, looking wildly for Julian, but ended up crashing hard into a man walking past the door.

"I'm so sor—"

Before she could finish her apology, the man looked down at her, his eyes lighting up with disturbing excitement. "Sylvia? Is that you?"

Sylvia looked up and froze. Standing in front of her was a short, chubby man with a buzz cut. His face was greasy, and his cheap suit jacket strained over a protruding stomach.

A jolt of pure terror shot through her veins. "No. You have the wrong person."

She shoved past him and sprinted down the street, desperate to put as much distance between them as possible.

The man rubbed his nose, a sinister, calculating gleam flashing in his eyes. He subtly jerked his head toward two burly men standing nearby, silently ordering them to follow her.

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Under the relentless command of Director Gunnar Stetson, Jacqueline's fifteen-year-old assault case was finally blown wide open.

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