He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 62

Staring at the astronomical payment figure, Yardley was utterly dumbfounded.

Scarlett had never been so extravagant.

Whenever he used to urge her to spend more, she would just smile and say they should save up, that they had a long life ahead of them.

He often considered himself lucky to have found such a frugal, sensible wife who knew how to manage a household.

Unlike Sylvia, who spent money like water. The allowance Julian gave her was never enough, and she constantly relied on Yardley for financial bailouts.

When he gave Scarlett that card and promised her she could buy whatever she wanted, he was absolutely certain her personality would keep her from spending much.

But now, with such a massive flex of financial power, she had blown through millions of dollars in less than twenty-four hours.

At this rate, even his massive net worth couldn't sustain the damage.

Caught completely off guard, Yardley immediately dialed the bank's relationship manager and ordered them to freeze the card at once.

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By the time Julian arrived at the beach, Sylvia was lying on the sand, drenched, weak, and barely breathing.

Seeing the scene, Julian frowned instinctively, his eyes completely devoid of panic.

"There has to be a limit to your tantrums. How did you end up like this?"

Shivering violently, Sylvia bit her lip in grievance.

"I... I didn't do this to myself. A man just pushed me into the ocean and held my head underwater. Julian, I... I feel terrible."

Julian's gaze swept the area.

The beach was vast and empty. The tide washed over the sand repeatedly, and aside from his own footprints leading up to her, there were no other marks.

He rubbed his temples in frustration and scooped her up from the sand, his eyes remaining detached and distant.

"You played this 'pitiful victim' trick countless times back in Country A."

He was a severe germaphobe. He never allowed anyone to touch his personal belongings, especially his car.

Watching his cold, resolute back, Sylvia felt as though her heart was bleeding out. She screamed in agony.

"Julian! I'm... I'm like this, and you can't even stay with me?"

He paused, but didn't look back. Glancing up at the overcast sky, his voice was chillingly clear.

"I don't like being lied to. That is my bottom line."

When it came to the major events of her life, Sylvia had lied to him twice: once about their marriage, and once about their child.

The fact that he remained silent now and hadn't exposed her to the world was the greatest mercy he could offer.

Julian pressed his lips together, pulled open the door of the Cullinan, and quickly stripped off his suit jacket that had been stained with seawater, tossing it into a nearby trash can in a perfect arc.

Then, he got in and drove away without looking back.