He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 623

Yardley's team had thoroughly prepared for the partnership with Thorne Industries.

Because of this, the final review moved swiftly. Once both parties confirmed the terms were flawless, they signed the agreement on the spot, officially sealing the deal.

The dust had finally settled.

A massive weight lifted from Yardley's shoulders.

To ensure the overseas capital would be wired without a hitch, Yardley immediately called his brother-in-law, Vincent Wallace, in the States right after the meeting.

"Vincent, it's Yardley."

"Yardley! You're calling about the funding, right? Don't worry. My boss has already given the green light for the investment. But since it's such a massive sum, they need to run a comprehensive evaluation of Flynn Group's current operations and overall standing before signing the final check."

"He's already hired a professional auditing team to head your way. Just cooperate and provide the documents. It's mostly a formality. Assuming everything checks out, the funds will be yours," Vincent assured him with a confident laugh.

Yardley knew this was standard industry protocol, but he still pushed for urgency.

"Understood, Vincent. But we desperately need that capital right now. Is there any way you can expedite the auditing team? I've already had my staff prepare all the necessary documentation. We just closed a massive deal today, and I need this finalized immediately."

Yardley was feeling the heat.

The divorce with Scarlett had cost him dearly, draining a massive chunk of his available cash flow.

Now, with the Thorne Industries partnership official, he was obligated to wire the first installment into their accounts before the contractual deadline.

With several of his company's projects currently stalled, the daily overhead alone was astronomical.

His CFO was running around in a panic, constantly hounding him to solve the immediate liquidity crisis.

Yardley needed that 5 billion investment to land as soon as possible. Once those funds hit his account, all his problems would vanish.

On the drive to the banquet, Yardley remained weighed down by his thoughts.

He gave a curt nod, his expression shifting back to its usual cold, authoritative mask. Together, he and Veronica walked shoulder-to-shoulder toward the grand entrance of the banquet hall.

They had barely taken a few steps up the grand staircase when a collective gasp rippled through the crowd behind them.

They both turned around. The sight that met their eyes instantly wiped the smug satisfaction right off Veronica's face.

Pulling up to the entrance was an imposing stretch limousine. The door opened, and a woman stepped out.

Her hair was styled in elegant, playful waves. She wore a pristine white, off-the-shoulder satin gown that cascaded effortlessly to the floor. Around her neck rested a breathtaking string of vintage South Sea pearls, and in her hand, she held a delicate pearl-woven clutch.

Guided by the gentle, supporting hand of a man in a sharp black tuxedo, she stepped out of the car with the utmost care.

She was the epitome of elegance and grace.

Her figure, her features, her aura, her radiant glow—everything about her was utterly flawless, to the point where every other woman in the vicinity instantly faded into background noise.