He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 669

Corinne's eyes practically sparkled with excitement.

While she hadn't been born into old money, decades of navigating the vicious socialite circles had taught her exactly how to manipulate optics and leverage power.

"Yes! A 30th-anniversary gala! That commands respect and sounds incredibly prestigious."

Corinne could barely contain her enthusiasm.

"I am one hundred percent behind this! You focus on running the business. Leave the event planning, the guest list, and the media strategy entirely to me!"

"We're going to use this gala to shut down every single person who dared to laugh at the Flynn family. We're going to show the entire elite circle of Bay City that we aren't just surviving—our empire is expanding!"

Catching her mother's infectious energy, Melanie quickly chimed in.

"Mom's right. The three of us will clear our schedules and back you up entirely. We'll make sure this is the social event of the year. And don't worry about Irene—we'll keep a close eye on her and make sure she doesn't try to pull any stunts behind the scenes."

Clarissa nodded firmly. "Absolutely. I'll personally start reaching out to all of our major clients and partners. Getting them in the room will immediately kill any lingering doubts about our stability."

Even the usually quiet Catherine smiled and nodded. "I'll help wherever I can."

A satisfied smile touched the corner of Yardley's mouth. He nodded appreciatively, his eyes dark and focused.

"Thank you. I'm counting on you."

"This event needs to be the absolute pinnacle of luxury. We're going to wash away the recent embarrassments and silence anyone who thinks Flynn Group is on the decline."

"But aside from the PR boost, there's another, much more important goal here..."

Corinne confidently patted her chest, exuding absolute certainty.

"If she's an executive director, she's probably around my age. I've spent decades in these circles; I know exactly how to handle women like that. I don't care what her background is—the minute she walks into our event, I'll make sure she feels the full weight of our hospitality and power."

"Don't you worry about a thing. The girls and I will prepare thoroughly. By the end of the night, I'll have her convinced we're the best of friends."

"I'll leave it in your hands, Mom," Yardley said softly, rubbing his temples as a rare sense of relief washed over him.

The day he reclaimed his absolute dominance was fast approaching.

Reinvigorated and hungry for power, Yardley was ready to climb back to the top.

He silently swore to himself that he would become the man Scarlett used to worship—the untouchable god she used to look up to. And his daughter...