He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 38

"Right away, Miss."

Scarlett thought of the two audio clips and instinctively checked her watch. Five minutes had passed since the deadline on her ultimatum to Corinne.

"Stellan, release these two recordings online. And hire the most ruthless ghostwriters to spin a massive expose detailing their relationship. I want Yardley and Sylvia's dirty laundry to blow Bay City wide open."

Scarlett handed the audio files and all the background information she had prepared straight to Stellan.

A mere hundred million dollars? She didn't care about the money at all.

Right now, her only desire was to completely obliterate Sylvia and Yardley's perfect facade and tear their privileged, untouchable lives to shreds.

Stellan executed her orders flawlessly.

The next morning, the divorce agreement and resignation letter, both bearing Scarlett's signature, were delivered straight to Yardley's office desk by Nathan.

Yardley saw the bold Resignation header first. He picked it up, skimmed it, and gave a dismissive smirk.

"A new trick. Threatening me with quitting. Cute."

But then, his gaze shifted to the document beneath it: Divorce Agreement. His expression instantly darkened into dead seriousness.

As his eyes swept over the final clauses, Yardley's face plunged into absolute fury.

He slammed his fist onto his mahogany desk, surged to his feet, and dialed Scarlett's number without a second thought.

"Where are you?"

The moment the call connected, Yardley's repressed, gravelly voice echoed through the speaker.

He was pushing down his temper with everything he had, but he was inches away from an explosion.

"Where I am doesn't matter. Did you get the paperwork?"

Scarlett's tone was breezy and completely indifferent.

Scarlett let out a cold laugh.

"You're right. This time I'm not backing down, and I'm not tolerating anything. It's mutual destruction."

Yardley completely lost it.

"Scarlett, crossing me is not going to end well for you. I suggest you cool off and stop while you're ahead."

The smirk on Scarlett's lips only deepened.

"Yardley, those threats might have worked back when I still loved you. But now? I'm sorry to break it to you, but I'm no longer the Scarlett who worships the ground you walk on."

The tension across the line was suffocating. It was a vicious battle of words.

Yardley's temples throbbed painfully as it finally dawned on him that she was dead serious. He opened his mouth to argue, but the line suddenly went dead.

Scarlett had hung up right in his face.