He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 513

It was Julian Croft and Scarlett Langley.

They stood casually among the gawking bystanders, their eyes coolly taking in the spectacle.

Sensing his gaze, Scarlett’s eyes locked onto his.

Her look was filled with absolute, freezing contempt and mockery.

Yardley felt like a slab of meat on a butcher’s block. Stripped of his dignity, stripped of his power. He glanced down at his exposed, sculpted chest and abs. For the first time in his life, he hated his own physique. If he weren’t in such good shape, maybe he wouldn't stand out so painfully in this miserable lineup.

Eventually, he was shoved into the back of a squad car.

All phones were confiscated. The police didn't even grant them the dignity of changing out of their swimwear.

They were hauled straight to the station.

From there, it was a grueling, humiliating process. Yardley was subjected to a full strip search, blood work, and a toxicology test. Finally, he was tossed into a dark holding cell with the rest of the male partygoers.

After an exhausting night, dawn finally broke.

Yardley narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure he was just drunk? Or did he slip away on purpose?"

Before Harbour could answer, Laird Lowell spoke up from where he was slumped against the wall. "Gordon's not like that. He really was sick. He puked twice in the bathroom before he left."

Laird shot Yardley a furious glare. "Don't try to shift the blame to cover for your sister, Yardley. She organized this entire thing. She told us this place was completely secure and private! And now look at us—raided by the cops! How the hell are you Flynns going to fix this?"

Laird and the others were no strangers to wild parties. They had been to far more scandalous events. But the hosts always had the right connections to ensure the police turned a blind eye. They had trusted the Flynns' reputation.

Now, they were all caught in a massive sting operation.