He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 542

"If I lose this opportunity with Thorne Industries, the shareholders will move to oust me. I'll lose my position as CEO, and Flynn Group will be on the brink of collapse."

"Oh. And?"

Scarlett couldn't have sounded less interested.

Yardley quickly scanned the room, dropping his voice to a hushed, urgent whisper.

"I'll be brutally honest with you. Most of the corporate loans keeping Flynn Group afloat right now were signed under my personal name during our marriage. If I go down, or if the company goes into liquidation, by law, that becomes our joint marital debt."

Scarlett's pupils contracted. Her heart lurched violently as if crushed by an invisible fist.

Moving methodically, she grabbed a mug, poured herself some hot coffee, and took a deliberate sip to force down the surge of panic rising in her chest.

"Exactly how much do you owe the banks?"

"Close to... two billion."

Slowly, Scarlett raised her eyes to meet his. Then, without a second of hesitation, she hurled the scalding coffee directly into his face.

Her expression was absolute zero.

In that split second, the blood in her veins turned to ice.

She had been with Yardley for years; she knew exactly what his net worth was.

Even with the recent avalanche of PR nightmares hitting the Flynn family, there was no way a billionaire like him had plummeted twenty billion into the red overnight. She wasn't an idiot.

The only logical explanation was that he had built a financial firewall around his assets long before they were even married.

And the moment she filed for divorce, he had undoubtedly pulled the trigger—using every dirty accounting trick in the book to flip his massive wealth into crippling debt on paper.

An uncontrollable, raging inferno tore through her chest.

To think she had once viewed their marriage as a safe harbor, while all along, Yardley had treated her as nothing more than a sacrificial human shield.

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