He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 374

When Scarlett had screamed for help at the pumps, Yardley and Sylvia had been there getting gas. He had instantly recognized her voice.

Seeing the kidnappers peel out of the station like maniacs, Yardley hadn't hesitated. He threw his car into drive and hunted them down.

In that moment, rational thought had completely abandoned him. The only thing echoing in his mind was: *Scarlett cannot get hurt!*

As the van veered into an increasingly desolate stretch of road, Yardley knew time was up. If he didn't act now, she would vanish. So, he made the split-second decision to use his Bentley as a battering ram, forcing them off the road.

His chest tightened painfully. He violently shook off Sylvia's grip and popped open a hidden compartment in the dashboard, pulling out a sleek black handgun.

"I am not going to stand by and watch my wife get killed!"

Without another word, he stepped out into the night and stalked toward the smoking van.

Inside the wreckage, the driver was slumped over the steering wheel, unconscious and bleeding heavily from a nasty gash on his forehead.

The second kidnapper scrambled out of the sliding door, shaking off the crash. Before he could even assess the damage, he felt the freezing press of a gun barrel against his temple.

Yardley's expression was lethally cold. "Who are you? Why did you take my wife? Talk."

"Your... wife?" The kidnapper's voice trembled.

He took in Yardley's immaculate tailoring, the aura of dangerous wealth, and the crushed hood of the luxury car behind him. He started shaking uncontrollably. He was just a low-level thug hired for dirty work. He had no idea who the target actually was.

"I—I don't know!" he stammered, raising his hands in surrender. "Boss just told us to grab her, have some fun with her, and get it all on camera!"

Yardley's jaw clenched. "Who is your boss? Give me a name."

Sylvia was completely paralyzed by fear, tears and snot streaking down her flawless makeup. Pure survival instinct overrode any sense of decency.

"She was the target!" Sylvia screamed hysterically. "Take her! Don't kill me! Scarlett, you're worthless anyway, just go die! Don't drag me down with you!"

Her thrashing only enraged the man holding her. He dug the gun harder into her skull. "Shut up, you annoying bitch! Make one more sound and I'll blow your head off!"

Sylvia went completely rigid, instantly silenced by the threat.

Yardley looked at her tear-streaked, terrified face, and then his gaze shifted to Scarlett inside the van.

Compared to Sylvia's hysterics, Scarlett was eerily calm. She sat bound on the floor, her hair a messy tangle, quietly watching the nightmare unfold without making a single sound.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Yardley's eyes. He looked at Scarlett, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply.