He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 361

"My parents are decent people who don't want to stoop to your level, but that doesn't mean you can push your luck."

"Today is the milestone celebration for Scarlett's daughter. You'd better disappear from my sight right now, or don't blame me for disregarding our past."

Sylvia was trembling, biting her lip so hard her nails nearly broke the skin of her palms. "Julian, you only care about her daughter's party, but did you even remember that Caleb just hit the three-month mark too?"

"I was your wife for five years. Your parents used to say they treated me like a daughter. And now? What have they done since our divorce? Not a single word. I—"

"Enough!" Julian barked, cutting off her hysterical rant.

He stepped forward, shielding Scarlett and Elara, his whole demeanor radiating a terrifying coldness. "Sylvia, you need to remember your place."

"We're divorced. You have absolutely nothing to do with my parents. If you dare make a scene here today, I will make sure your family reunion gala is canceled entirely!"

Dismissing Sylvia, Julian turned gently to Elara. "Mom, don't let her get to you. It's not worth upsetting yourself over."

Elara took a deep breath to steady herself and shook her head. "I'm fine. Julian, Scarlett, let's go in. Let's not keep the guests waiting."

Dominic snorted coldly, not even sparing Sylvia a glance as he followed his son toward the banquet hall.

Scarlett paused for a moment as she passed Sylvia.

She turned her head, her gaze calm but laced with a sliver of pity. "Sylvia, after the scandal you caused, how can you expect his parents to offer you a single kind word?"

"Sylvia, what are you doing here? Your father is looking everywhere for you..." Yardley's voice came from behind her, edged with impatience.

Sylvia turned around to see Yardley frowning at her.

However, his gaze only lingered on her for a few seconds before drifting to the massive signature wall right behind her.

The board was densely packed with signatures, and several of those names made Yardley's heart race in shock.

He had assumed Scarlett's event would be an intimate, low-profile gathering. He never expected to see signatures from heavyweights who wielded massive influence across Bay City, and even all of Country H. Some of these names belonged to elusive, powerful figures who rarely made public appearances.

Scarlett simply didn't possess that kind of high-society network, and Jacqueline was, at the end of the day, just a club owner.