He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 649

On their way over, Julian had pulled every string he had in Tyrellia. He had managed to contact Gower, a powerful warlord operating near the Tyrellia-Merland border, and paid an exorbitant fee to hire a heavily armed mercenary squad to raid Kane's stronghold.

At the same time, Scarlett's brother had coordinated with Interpol, leveraging two massive international crimes Kane was involved in to apply crushing pressure on his syndicate, demanding the hostage's release.

On top of that, Stellan had reached out to his underworld contacts, bribing one of the higher-ups inside Kane's organization to secretly look out for Talia and keep her from suffering too much abuse.

Meanwhile, Chatwin Wyatt, who happened to be in Tyrellia handling a major corporate case for a highly influential local tycoon, had pulled strings with his client to pressure the Tyrellian government into squeezing Kane's operations.

However, what was utterly bizarre was that under normal circumstances, facing this much combined heat, Kane should have folded and released her immediately.

But this time, no matter how much pressure was applied, Kane refused to negotiate, stubbornly digging his heels in.

Scarlett knew that every minute Talia spent in Kane's hands was a minute closer to death.

Her surrender to Sylvia was a calculated move to extract the critical information they needed—Talia's exact location.

Watching Scarlett kneel before her with a swollen face, Sylvia's grin widened into something truly grotesque.

"You want to know where she is? Slap yourself fifty more times, grovel at my feet ten times, and beg for mercy calling me your master twenty times. Then I'll tell you."

Sylvia wasn't going to let an opportunity like this slip by.

She reveled in her perceived power, intent on inflicting maximum humiliation.

Inside Scarlett's pocket, the phone was connected to Julian.

Standing just outside the door, Julian gripped his phone, his face a mask of thunderous, murderous rage as he listened to Sylvia's sickening demands.

Beside him, Stellan was vibrating with fury, practically ready to kick the door off its hinges and beat Sylvia to a bloody pulp!

They had never felt such suffocating, humiliating rage. Never!

The second Julian finished his sentence, Stellan kicked the heavy oak door open with bone-shattering force.

Storming into the living room, Stellan didn't hesitate. He launched a devastating kick squarely into Sylvia's lower back.

Like a discarded piece of trash, Sylvia was launched through the air, crashing hard onto the floor, her limbs sprawling uselessly as she gasped in agonizing pain.

Julian and Stellan rushed to Scarlett's side, pulling her gently to her feet.

Seeing her bruised and swollen cheeks, both men looked at her with identical expressions of profound heartache. "Are you okay?" they asked simultaneously.

Scarlett shook her head. "I'm fine. Why did you come back in? I thought we agreed..."

She spoke quickly, frustrated. To her, personal humiliation meant absolutely nothing if it bought Talia's safety.

"Chatwin locked onto her location," Julian said quickly. "He's on his way to intercept the convoy right now! With Chatwin there, she's going to be okay!"