He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 353

Everyone turned toward the entrance.

Julian Croft stood there in a perfectly tailored black suit, his expression so dark it practically radiated frost.

He strode out of the hall, bringing a suffocatingly oppressive aura with him. He glared at Sylvia, making no effort to hide his absolute disgust.

"Sylvia. You again."

"Today is a celebration for Scarlett's daughter. What gives you the right to come in here and cause a scene?"

At the sight of Julian, Sylvia's arrogant swagger faltered. But after a few seconds of absorbing his hateful glare, her lips twisted into an ugly, mocking smirk.

"Julian. Didn't expect to see you here. You really are dedicated to this mother-daughter duo, aren't you?"

"Look at you, all dressed up. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the baby's father. Hahaha..."

Sylvia covered her mouth, letting out a grating laugh.

Julian's face darkened even further, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists.

Just then, Gordon stepped out of the hall as well. Seeing the tension, he quickly intervened to clear the air.

"Sylvia, stop spewing nonsense. Julian and I are here to help out because we want to. It's nothing like what you're implying."

Seeing Gordon only fueled the jealous inferno raging inside Sylvia.

Growing up, she had practically shadowed Yardley. And Yardley, Julian, Gordon, and Harbour Quinn had been inseparable since they were kids.

Back then, aside from Julian's natural aloofness, Gordon and Harbour had always catered to her every whim, treating her like a fragile princess.

Before she could formulate a response, a sharp, venomous voice rang out from behind her.

"Sylvia, what's going on? Who gave you the right to act like you own the place?"

Sylvia spun around to see Melanie, Yardley, and Clarissa Flynn marching toward them, practically radiating hostility.

Yardley looked every inch the elite aristocrat in a tailored, midnight-blue designer suit, an elegant brooch pinned to his lapel. To his left, Clarissa wore a sleek champagne gown with a black blazer draped over her shoulders, looking as formidable and business-minded as ever.

On his right was Melanie, wearing a striking aqua gown paired with a nude shawl. Long diamond earrings caught the light as she moved, making her look both glamorous and utterly unapproachable.

It was Melanie—Sylvia's closest ally in the family—who had spoken.

Taking in the scene, Melanie quickly pieced together what was happening. She stepped up, linking her arm through Sylvia’s, her gaze sweeping over the group before locking onto Scarlett with pure hatred.