He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 375

Yardley's mind raced. *The kidnappers want Scarlett. Sylvia is just collateral damage. If I let them take Sylvia, they'll kill her. If I offer myself as leverage, I can negotiate.*

Making his choice, he locked eyes with the man holding Sylvia. "Let her walk."

He had chosen Sylvia.

Again.

There were never any exceptions.

Scarlett felt absolutely nothing. She wasn't even surprised.

"Alright, lover boy, your funeral!" the kidnapper sneered, lowering his weapon from Sylvia's head.

Sylvia didn't waste a second. She bolted.

No one noticed the brief, triumphant look exchanged between her and the kidnapper as she pulled away.

After sprinting a hundred yards down the dark road, she looked back and realized Yardley hadn't moved. He was still standing his ground.

His voice drifted clearly through the quiet night air. "I don't care who your boss is or why they want my wife. But if this is about money, I have infinitely more than she does."

"Take me. Let her go."

Sylvia couldn't believe her ears. He had saved her, but he was still willing to lay his life on the line for Scarlett.

*What is wrong with him?* Even knowing that brat wasn't his biological kid, he still couldn't let Scarlett go? Since when did she mean so much to him?

Furious, Sylvia stomped her foot and ran back toward the standoff, desperately grabbing his arm. "Yardley! Their target is Scarlett! This has nothing to do with us! Why are you throwing your life away?"

"We need to leave! Now!"

His brain short-circuited. He thought Scarlett had attacked her.

"Are you insane, Scarlett?!" he roared, turning the gun and taking a step toward her.

Suddenly, the deafening screech of tires shattered the night. Three black SUVs slammed to a halt along the shoulder.

Within seconds, a dozen elite bodyguards swarmed the area, led by Julian Croft and Stellan.

The two kidnappers were instantly tackled and pinned to the asphalt.

Sylvia, pale as a ghost and bleeding profusely, passed out cold.

"Scarlett!" Julian sprinted to her side. He reached out to check her shoulders, but froze when the cold barrel of Yardley's gun was pressed directly against his temple.