He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 404

"You've done well today, Chatwin. You're a credit to my teachings."

Chatwin wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Professor, I'm just doing my job."

Elara leaned in closer, a conspiratorial glint in her eye. "You're a smooth talker. I need you to play matchmaker for Julian and Scarlett. My idiot son is far too innocent and passive when it comes to women."

Chatwin couldn't believe his ears. He instinctively lowered his voice. "Professor... you mean, you want Julian and Scarlett to...?"

Elara closed her eyes, a flicker of sorrow crossing her face. "Scarlett is the daughter of my dear friend, Jacqueline. If the Langley family hadn't been destroyed, Julian and Scarlett might have ended up together years ago."

"Hearing how much she suffered with the Flynns breaks my heart. If there's a real spark between her and Julian, I won't care about any of the past drama. I will welcome her with open arms and treat her right."

Thinking back to the car video, Elara cleared her throat, looking slightly awkward. "Besides... given what happened in that video... Scarlett being drugged makes it understandable, but as a gentleman, Julian must take responsibility."

Chatwin stared at her in sheer awe. "Professor, I honestly thought you'd object because she has a daughter. I never realized you were so open-minded."

Elara shot him a look. "What's wrong with a daughter? Little girls are wonderful! I'd be thrilled if Julian became a ready-made dad. We aren't some archaic, patriarchal family. We don't care about bloodlines or gender. As long as they have good character and genuinely love each other, nothing else is a problem."

She patted Chatwin's shoulder. "But keep this conversation between us. Julian told me to stay out of his private life, so you know the drill."

Chatwin gave a knowing nod. "My lips are sealed, Professor."

Meanwhile, Scarlett woke up to find her entire world turned upside down.

The video of her and Julian from the camping trip—the one Sylvia had secretly recorded—had been leaked to the press and was trending at number one.

That video, along with the clip of them singing together, and the footage of her publicly admitting her daughter wasn't Yardley's, had all been weaponized.

Scarlett stared back at them, her expression as cold and indifferent as ice.

Suddenly, the ringleader pulled a bucket of black ink from behind his back and hurled it directly at her with a vicious snarl.

Scarlett's blood ran cold. Instinctively, she raised her arms to shield her face—

But a tall silhouette blurred past her, stepping firmly in front of her without a second of hesitation.

*Splash.*

The thick black ink slammed into the man's broad back, instantly ruining his crisp white shirt in a horrific, dripping mess.

At the same time, the man instinctively pulled Scarlett against his chest, using his body as an impenetrable shield against the malice and filth.