He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 533

When the door opened, Yardley was standing there, fully dressed in his impeccable tailored suit, looking as handsome and commanding as ever.

He had completely sobered up, regaining his usual composed, imposing aura. He looked down at Veronica and said evenly:

"Veronica, let's head down for breakfast. The staff has everything ready. Once we eat, we'll go straight to my office to finalize the partnership details. I've already had my assistant notify the executive board to wait for us."

Yardley desperately needed this partnership with Thorne Industries to secure his authority and reputation within the Flynn Group.

First thing in the morning, he had contacted Nathan to prep the contracts and assemble the board in the conference room.

Not only that, he had even called his father to share the good news.

Hearing that the deal was finally moving forward, Franklin Flynn's usually harsh tone had softened considerably.

Veronica glared up at him, her eyes flashing with anger:

"Let's postpone the partnership talk. I'm not in the mood today. I'm not going."

She pointed a shaking finger at the room, her brows knitted in deep displeasure:

"And you'd better have someone sweep this house for hidden cameras."

"Scarlett just called and threatened me. She demanded I cancel Thorne Industries' partnership with you and give the project to her studio instead. She said she has footage of us from last night."

"Yardley, you better give me a proper explanation for this! Otherwise, the deal is completely off!"

Faced with this absolute disaster, the romanticized image Veronica had of Yardley shattered.

She was a nervous wreck, regretting last night more by the second. If her father found out, her life as she knew it would be over.

But the idea of capitulating to Scarlett's tiny studio—even if they had the money—made her stomach turn. She couldn't stand the thought of letting Scarlett snatch such a massive victory. Yet right now, she felt completely backed into a corner.

Scarlett pulled a sharply tailored charcoal-gray power suit from her closet. The structured shoulders perfectly accentuated her slender frame, paired with a sleek, cold-toned silk blouse, a crisp white pencil skirt, and nude heels.

She ran her fingers through her sleek bob, the ends falling perfectly along her jawline, highlighting her elegant neck.

The woman in the mirror looked striking and professional, her makeup flawless and luminous. She stuck to her usual sharp, capable aesthetic, but today, she opted for a much bolder, classic red lipstick.

Satisfied with her reflection, Scarlett made her way downstairs.

In the dining room, Jacqueline and Julian were busy setting up breakfast.

Even from a distance, Scarlett caught a whiff of something incredibly nostalgic:

"Is that the soup from that little shop near our old house? It smells amazing!"

"Spot on. I drove out to the east side early this morning to grab it. That place is practically a historic landmark now; the lines were insane. Come on, you have to..."