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.

-

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."

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify