He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 664

Scarlett's head throbbed as she turned the problem over and over in her mind, eventually drifting off to an uneasy sleep on the couch.

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Early the next month, at the golf course.

The early autumn sun hung high in a crisp, cloudless sky, casting a golden glow over the lush green fairways.

Yardley had successfully closed the deal with the mysterious foreign investors from Country A. As per the contract, they had already wired the initial two-billion-dollar advance into Flynn Group's corporate account.

That massive injection of capital was enough to resuscitate several of Flynn Group's dying projects.

With the crushing pressure finally lifted off his shoulders, Yardley was in the mood to celebrate.

Hoping to ease the recent tension within the family, he had organized a private golf outing, inviting his three older sisters, his brother-in-law, his aunt, and his father to hit the links and spend some quality time together.

Dressed in a sleek, tailored black athletic polo and trousers, Yardley looked impeccably sharp. The premium fabric accentuated his tall, athletic build, making him stand out effortlessly.

It had been a while since he last played. Eager to get back into the swing of things, he pulled out his custom driver, bent his long legs slightly, and executed a flawless, powerful swing.

The ball soared beautifully through the air, landing perfectly on the green and rolling straight into the hole.

"Great shot!"

A woman's enthusiastic cheering and applause rang out from behind him.

The voice was instantly recognizable. Yardley turned around, his pupils contracting in sheer disbelief.

Just yesterday, he had explicitly told his father that this was a strictly family-only event.

Yet, his father had actually possessed the audacity to bring Irene Sommers to the country club.

Franklin, however, completely brushed off the criticism.

"What's inappropriate about it? Your Aunt Irene has been with me for years. She watched all four of you grow up. She's practically family."

Irene offered a sickly sweet smile.

"Yardley, when you were in elementary school, I was the one who picked you up and dropped you off every day. Back then, your mother was too busy shopping and playing cards to pay you any attention. I even tutored you."

"In fact, you used to tell me you wished I was your real mother. Don't you remember?"

Hearing that, Yardley wanted nothing more than to snap his golf club in half.

Before he could unleash his fury, a familiar, enraged scream ripped through the air.

"Irene, you shameless whore! You're barely older than my daughters, and you have the nerve to stand there and claim my son wanted you as his mother?!"