He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 644

"Sylvia Stetson, cut the crap with the voice changer! I know this is you and your psychotic cousin orchestrating this!"

"People like you belong in hell! You are truly vile!"

"Gordon Wyatt used to be your friend, and Talia has never done a single thing to you! If you hate me so much, come after me! Targeting my family and innocent friends—you are absolutely despicable!"

Every ounce of Scarlett's repressed hostility exploded. If Sylvia had been standing in front of her right then, Scarlett would have beaten her to a pulp.

She was unbelievably evil.

Scarlett had never felt such consuming, explosive rage in her entire life!

But Sylvia only let out a shrill, maniacal laugh through the distorted filter.

"Hahaha!"

"You're finally losing it, Scarlett! Just hearing you like this makes me so happy!"

"You’ve been riding high for so long; it’s about time you took a massive fall!"

"Coming after you directly? That would be letting you off too easy! I want to make everyone around you pay the price first!"

"And then... then I'll take my time destroying you!"

"I want you to know exactly what it feels like to be completely isolated and surrounded by enemies!"

"You ruined my life! You almost left me homeless, and you cost the Flynn family a fortune! I'm taking it all back, piece by piece!"

"Just wait for your turn, Scarlett!"

"Hahaha!"

The voice on the other end sounded completely unhinged, erupting into a jarring, exaggerated cackle before abruptly hanging up.

That arrogant competitiveness had only intensified when he learned she was the mastermind behind the prestigious design award. He had transformed into an absolute workaholic, pouring every waking second into the company.

So, seeing a message from her out of the blue left him entirely stunned.

But that shock quickly morphed into a smug sense of triumph. He knew it. No matter how cold and ruthless she acted, she would eventually soften and realize she couldn't let him go.

Women, he reasoned, always said one thing and meant another. He hadn't reached out once since the divorce, and here she was, initiating contact.

And it looked like a long audio message.

Was she sending a recording to tell him how much she missed him? What could she possibly want to say?

Suppressing his internal glee and fighting a rising smirk, Yardley couldn't even wait for the dinner to end. Right in front of his guests, he tapped play.

Instead of a sweet confession, a bone-chilling, maniacal laugh echoed from his phone, nearly making his heart stop!