He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 522

It was getting late. Harbour had only just been released from police custody that afternoon and was still severely shaken. The last thing he wanted was to leave his house.

The events of the previous night had left a massive shadow over him. Thank God he had stuck to his principles and refused to touch any of the drugs, otherwise he'd still be locked up in a cell. Usually an easygoing guy, his heart was still pounding with the terror of a close call.

For the foreseeable future, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with anyone from the Flynn family. They were a walking disaster.

So, when he saw Yardley's name on his phone, Harbour rejected the call without a second thought.

Yardley tried three times in a row. Every single call was sent straight to voicemail. Getting the message, he finally stopped trying.

The last ship of friendship had sunk. He was now utterly, hopelessly alone.

His face numb, Yardley dragged his exhausted body through the streets until he subconsciously ended up at Quinn's Cellar, the private spot where he and his friends used to hang out. But when he reached out to push the door open, he found it padlocked. A sign reading "For Lease" was taped to the glass.

Yardley stared at the sign for a long time. A bitter, self-deprecating smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It seemed he had lost not only his friends, but his last remaining sanctuary.

Despondent, he returned to Orchard Villa.

Her bluntness caught him off guard. He was far too used to her being submissive. He looked up, frowning. "Elaborate."

Leah sighed, a hint of impatience in her voice. "Is there really a need to? Bad is bad. Honestly, Ms. Langley helped you out a lot. Even I overheard her in the living room countless times, making calls to clean up your messes and specifically telling people not to mention it to you. If you ask me, it's completely normal that the Flynn Group is facing all these problems now. You no longer have her constantly watching your back, planning your next moves, and cleaning up the fallout."

Yardley was dumbfounded. Humiliation quickly morphed into rage. He slammed his hand on the table. "Leah! I didn't realize you thought of me this way too! You're a maid! How dare you speak to me like that!"

Leah sneered and ripped off her apron, deciding to lay all her cards on the table. "Good thing you came home tonight, Mr. Flynn. I've been meaning to tell you this for days! My son is getting married back home and I need to go help with the arrangements. I'm quitting!"