He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 692

Yardley felt a surge of genuine gratitude. "Thanks, man. Listen, if that project of yours is still short on cash, I can wire you an advance from my end. Will ten million cover it?"

Harbour's eyes instantly lit up, and he grabbed Yardley's hand with fervor. "Yes! Absolutely! It's a small development; I only needed about eight or nine to get it off the ground. Ten million is more than enough! Yardley, I owe you one. I always knew you were the truest friend a guy could have."

Yardley offered a tight smile and didn't waste another word, pulling out his phone to authorize the transfer with his finance team right then and there.

Standing to the side, Veronica had a strange expression on her face. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it.

She had a bad feeling about Harbour's sudden need for cash. Just a little while ago, she and her girlfriends had been on a trip to Harbortown, and she had spotted him at a high-stakes table, looking like he was on a massive losing streak.

But this wasn't the time to interject. A smart woman knew better than to meddle in the brotherhood between men. Even though the Quinn family wasn't quite on the same level as the Flynns or the Stetsons, they were still wealthy. He could probably afford to lose a few rounds.

If she stuck her nose in and ruined their camaraderie, Yardley might start comparing her to Scarlett. That was unacceptable. She needed to prove that she was far more gracious and suited to be the woman behind a powerful man.

Still, the fact that Scarlett had managed to steal the presidency gnawed at her. The idea of someone her age leapfrogging over a bunch of veteran executives to run the Bay City Business Association was infuriating.

"I'm going to do some digging into this," she murmured. "I have a feeling her election wasn't entirely above board."

Yardley's voice was cold and detached, but he didn't stop her. He merely offered a low, "Mhm."

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