He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 708

"No, Julian. Talent is common, but a true mentor who recognizes it is rare. I am incredibly lucky that you walked into my professional life."

Scarlett's eyes sparkled with sincerity, her voice completely earnest.

Seeing her this relaxed and joyous, the lingering sting Julian had felt from her earlier rejection completely evaporated.

It didn't matter... His ultimate goal had never been to possess her; he genuinely, fundamentally wanted her to be happy.

He hadn't forgotten his original intentions.

He firmly believed that respecting a person's boundaries was the non-negotiable foundation of any relationship that hoped to move forward.

Julian was not an impatient man. He was more than willing to wait.

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The Flynn Group's thirtieth-anniversary gala was rapidly approaching.

The venue was the Zenith Hotel, the most luxurious establishment in Bay City.

As the executive director appointed by the primary investors, Scarlett swiftly received an official invitation.

Meanwhile, Yardley remained completely in the dark about the identity of the mysterious executive director AM Capital had assigned to oversee his company.

He had been obsessing over this mystery for weeks. However, the representatives from AM Capital remained tight-lipped, vaguely promising that the director would reveal herself at the gala.

Yardley had even pressured his brother-in-law, Vincent Wallace, for insider info.

Vincent gave him the exact same non-answer.

Deciding not to waste any more energy on the unknown, Yardley channeled his relentless focus entirely into orchestrating the gala.

Losing the association presidency to Scarlett was still a jagged pill lodged in his throat.

However, he had made sure to send a premium invitation to the elusive executive director from AM Capital.

Everything was flawlessly executed. The stage was set.

Yardley waited with bated breath until the morning of the event finally arrived.

He dressed meticulously, donning a bespoke tailored suit he had commissioned months in advance. He fastened his most expensive limited-edition Vacheron Constantin watch to his wrist and even visited a high-end salon to have his hair perfectly styled.

Standing near the grand entrance of the ballroom, personally greeting the elite guests, Yardley felt an intoxicating rush. He was about to step into the greatest, most glorious chapter of his life.

But just as he was riding the high of his own perfection, a sudden movement caught his eye.

Walking confidently from the elevator bank a few dozen yards away was a striking, slender figure dressed in pristine white.

Yardley's dark eyes violently contracted. The polished smile instantly died on his lips.