He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 509

Scarlett gripped the phone tightly, a chilling smile curving her lips. "Got it. Thanks, Gordon. Keep your head down and stay safe. I'm making the call right now."

Hanging up, she met Julian's gaze. He understood instantly. Standing up, he walked over to the window and made a call of his own.

With Bay City currently in the grip of 'Operation Thunder'—a massive, high-profile anti-drug sweep—the police would deploy an entire tactical unit the second a tip came in. However, to guarantee absolute secrecy and prevent any corrupt cops from tipping off the wealthy partygoers, Julian didn't dial the standard emergency line. Instead, he called his uncle directly. His uncle possessed enough top-tier authority to order a blackout raid, ensuring there would be zero leaks and absolutely no chance of escape.

By the time Julian finished the call and strolled back into the living room, Scarlett was happily seated on the rug again, tearing into the crayfish with renewed enthusiasm. She had switched on the 24-hour local news channel, eagerly awaiting the live, breaking broadcast.

Catching these elites red-handed was going to trigger an explosion far more devastating than the raid on La Belle Nuit. These weren't random clubgoers; they were the absolute upper echelon of Bay City's high society, handpicked by Sylvia to elevate her own status. If they all went down together, the collateral damage would be catastrophic, tearing through the city's most powerful families.

Thinking about how Sylvia had painstakingly orchestrated this extravagant event, only to orchestrate her own spectacular demise, made Scarlett's chest swell with vicious satisfaction. The bitter anger Yardley had caused her vanished, replaced entirely by the sweet, intoxicating thrill of impending vengeance.

Completely engrossed in peeling the spicy shells, Scarlett didn't even realize how wide her smile had become.

A sudden, overwhelming urge gripped Julian. He wanted to cook for her. He wanted to feed her. She was far too thin. When her brother finally returned, he would absolutely murder Julian for letting her waste away.

Stepping forward, Julian gently caught her wrists. "Your hands must be tired. Stop peeling. I'll do it. Lie back on the couch and rest for a bit. I'll wake you up when the show starts on the news."

Before she could argue, he smoothly pulled the spicy plastic gloves off her hands and gently nudged her shoulders, forcing her to lean back into the plush cushions of the sofa.