He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 532

Whether professionally or personally, she wasn't going to give Yardley Flynn another chance to recover.

The longer he dragged out the divorce, the more devastating the price would become.

Veronica flinched, blurting out instinctively:

"Impossible! Don't even think about it!"

"A project of that scale—why would I abandon a massive corporation like the Flynn Group for your tiny little studio? Besides, there's no way you can cough up that kind of capital. It's a joke!"

Hearing this, Scarlett actually took a moment to calculate the balance in her bank accounts.

Between her savings over the years, the allowance from her brother, and her investment returns, she had a decent amount of liquid cash—around twenty million.

It wasn't quite enough for a project of this magnitude, but she wasn't just relying on herself. She had her powerful brother and the incredibly resourceful Julian Croft backing her up.

Funding was the least of her worries.

When Croft Design Studio first approached Veronica about the tourism project, Scarlett had been genuinely interested, but back then, her focus had strictly been on securing the design contract; she hadn't considered stepping in as an investor.

However, with Craig Schmidt and other developers suddenly terminating their contracts, Scarlett realized that remaining solely a design firm left them too vulnerable.

If she wanted absolute leverage, she needed to be both the designer and the financier.

She hadn't officially discussed this pivot with Julian yet, but she harbored a natural, unwavering trust in him... She knew, without a doubt, that he would support her.

Scarlett said, "If I have the guts to demand it, it means I have the funds to back it up."

Veronica scoffed:

"Dream on! Do you have any idea how much effort Thorne Industries put into securing this project? This is a guaranteed goldmine for whoever partners with us. I am not handing it over to you on a silver platter!"

Scarlett had lost her patience:

Veronica had originally considered letting Croft Design Studio handle the design, but only so she could exploit contractual loopholes to trap Scarlett and ruin her reputation.

But she had let her legal team draft the contracts, her people had negotiated multiple times, and Scarlett hadn't taken the bait.

Veronica had nearly abandoned her scheme, only for Scarlett to suddenly flip the script—demanding not just the design rights, but a controlling investor stake!

Veronica was shaking with rage, but beneath the anger, sheer panic clawed at her throat.

If Scarlett really had a video of her and Yardley from last night, she was truly finished.

Unable to sit still, she bolted upright from the bed.

The thrill and superiority she had felt checking into this master suite last night had completely evaporated, replaced by a suffocating, paralyzing dread.

Just then, a sharp knock echoed from the bedroom door—