He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 514

Their reputations were completely destroyed, and the situation was catastrophic.

Everyone had been forced to take a drug screening, and Laird knew for a fact that more than half the people there had actually touched the stash. A positive drug test would ruin his life. He had just started getting back into his strict father's good graces, hoping to take over the family business. Now, this one party had blown it all to hell.

Hearing Yardley question Gordon only enraged Laird further. He saw it as a pathetic attempt to deflect blame.

The other sober heirs immediately rallied behind Laird, loudly demanding answers from Yardley.

Yardley’s face darkened. He had no answers. He instinctively tried to defend Sylvia. "You can't pin this on my sister. She's a victim here too. As for what really happened, trust me, I'll give you a proper explanation."

"An explanation doesn't give us our reputations back!" someone shouted.

"Exactly! If Sylvia hadn't kept bragging about being the Schmidt family heiress and having the mighty Flynn Group protecting her, I never would have shown up! She promised there wouldn't be any leaks!"

"We’ve survived worse storms than this, but we get completely screwed over by Sylvia and Melanie?! Those two bitches ruined us!"

"To hell with the Flynn family! They can't protect anyone! If they had real power, this never would have happened!"

"Damn right! I'm already catching a charge, what's one more? I’ve been sick of this arrogant prick for years. I'm going to beat the living hell out of him!"

But the damage was done. In just a few minutes, he had been beaten senseless.

His chest throbbed with excruciating pain. His back, his thighs, and even his groin flared in agony. Yardley’s handsome face was twisted into a grimace of pure suffering.

It was in this agonizing moment that reality truly sank in. His so-called 'family', stumbling from one idiotic disaster to the next, had dragged him straight into hell.

Regret gnawed at him until he felt sick.

An officer's cold voice broke through his thoughts. "Yardley Flynn. Your toxicology report is clean. You're free to go. Your family is waiting for you outside."