He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 541

It was Yardley Flynn.

He stood in the corner directly facing the door, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. Most of his strikingly handsome face was obscured by the dim lighting, but his dark eyes were locked dead onto her. He looked like a man desperate for a conversation.

Scarlett Langley suddenly felt like the tiramisu in her hand had turned to ash.

Losing her appetite instantly, she placed the dessert back on the table and turned on her heel, eager to flee as if he were carrying the plague.

But Yardley lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. His first words out of the gate were a harsh accusation:

"When exactly did you install the hidden cameras at Orchard Villa?"

He tightened his grip. "Scarlett, I've always thought of you as simple and straightforward. I never knew you could be this calculating."

Jolted from her shock, Scarlett violently tried to wrench her arm free from his vice-like hold. But he squeezed so hard it felt like he was trying to shatter her bones. His eyes were practically burning with rage.

The way he was aggressively interrogating her made it seem as though installing those cameras was a federal crime.

Scarlett found the whole display utterly laughable.

"Yardley, is your definition of 'calculating' really just me installing cameras months ago?"

She let out a scoff. "Please. Let me set the record straight: I put those cameras in so I could keep an eye on the baby, not to monitor you parading your mistresses into our home."

"Besides, I explicitly discussed it with you when I first had them installed. If you had paid even a fraction of attention to your own household, you wouldn't be standing here making a fool of yourself by interrogating me today."

Yardley's gaze faltered. As Scarlett mentioned it, a vague memory surfaced. She had brought it up once.

But back then, his mind had been entirely consumed by his work. He hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention to her words, wiping the conversation completely from his memory.

The hostility in Yardley's eyes dialed back a notch, and his voice dropped to a low register.

"It's not what you think. Nothing happened between me and Veronica Thorne last night."

Scarlett furrowed her brow.

Yardley's face turned black as thunder, stung by the barrage of venomous sarcasm.

However, he quickly masked his reaction.

Taking a deep breath, he finally released her wrist. He reached over to the dessert spread, picked up the tiramisu Scarlett had just abandoned, and took a bite.

"I know how you look at me now, but my hands are tied. I'm doing this not just to save my neck at Flynn Group, but for the sake of both of us."

"You need to remember that, at the end of the day, our financial interests are still tied together."

Scarlett's hands curled into fists as the underlying threat in his words registered. She arched an eyebrow.

"Is that so? You mean to say you're trading your body for a business deal just to share the wealth with me?"

"Are you implying that I should be on my knees thanking you for bravely sleeping with Veronica?"

Yardley practically choked on his food, entirely silenced. Bracing himself, he took a step closer. Looking down at her breathtakingly beautiful, defiant face, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.