He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 691

How could Scarlett have possibly spent the last five years working in historic architectural preservation?

As far as Yardley remembered, she had been right by his side, diligently working as his subordinate. And when on earth did she cross paths with someone as highly respected and influential as Professor Madeleine Dawson?

How had she pulled this off?

Yardley couldn't stop himself from looking up at her. Right now, she was standing in the absolute center of the room, surrounded by Bay City's top entrepreneurs, having just been crowned president of the association. Holding a massive bouquet of flowers, she leaned affectionately against Madeleine.

Julian, meanwhile, hadn't rushed the stage. He chose to stand quietly in the corner, his eyes fixed on Scarlett, radiating an undeniable, deep affection.

Watching Julian—so unassuming, so perfectly willing to let Scarlett shine in the spotlight—forced Yardley to remember his own past behavior. He had always marched miles ahead of Scarlett, never once looking back to see if she could keep up.

Cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

His chest tightened until he could barely breathe, a suffocating pressure making his face pale. He couldn't stay in this ballroom a second longer. That familiar, crushing sense of isolation and impending doom washed over him again.

Before, she had only bested him in their personal lives. But now? She was like a kraken, her tentacles wrapping around his professional territory, catching him completely off guard.

She had to be doing this on purpose, right?

Every move was calculated to crush him from all sides, to methodically grind his pride into dust. Was she trying to drive him over the edge?

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