He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 512

Cameras flashed relentlessly, documenting the frantic scrambling and the undeniable debauchery.

Yardley’s temples throbbed with a massive headache.

When the officers ordered everyone to get on the ground and put their hands behind their heads, he truly understood the meaning of social death.

His heart hammered against his ribs. Never in his life had he been subjected to this level of public humiliation.

Squatting against a wall like a common criminal? No. His pride absolutely wouldn't allow it.

He was just here to make an appearance. He hadn't done anything illegal.

His face hardened as he approached the commanding officer. Refusing to lose his dignity, he decided to throw his weight around.

"Do you have any idea who I am—"

"Shut it! Hands on your head and get on the ground! One more word and I'll drop you myself!"

The officer completely ignored whatever prestige Yardley thought he had, glaring at him with zero tolerance.

Yardley froze. Seeing everyone else already crouching against the walls, he swallowed his pride and forced himself to comply. The veins in his handsome face bulged with suppressed rage.

He was still wearing his masquerade mask. Despite the cold sweat breaking out across his skin, he prayed to keep it on. It was the only thing standing between him and total ruination.

What made it infinitely worse was that he was the only sober one there. The others were either wasted, high out of their minds, passing out, or incoherently babbling.

And to his absolute horror, Melanie Flynn had completely lost control of her bodily functions. She was crying hysterically, snot running down her face, looking like a total wreck. The sight of his sister in such a pathetic, grotesque state filled him with burning shame.

He never should have come. If he had just stayed away, he wouldn't be caught in the middle of this spectacular disaster.

His gut twisted with thousands of regrets.

Just as an officer shoved him toward the cruiser, he glanced into the crowd of onlookers—and his breath hitched.

Two familiar, chillingly calm faces stared back at him.