He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 710

One was draped head-to-toe in gold, desperate to ensure every person in the room knew she came from old money.

The other was weighed down by a fortune in jade—a massive pendant on her chest and thick bangles on her wrists, practically screaming her newfound wealthy status.

Standing next to their blinding extravagance, Scarlett's clean, minimalist white suit looked sharply understated.

Sylvia looked Scarlett up and down with sneering disdain, barely bothering to hide her mocking laugh.

"I knew it. She saw how well Yardley is doing and came crawling back to beg for scraps."

"Too bad that ship has sailed. Scarlett, have some self-respect and leave before you embarrass yourself any further."

Stellan had reached his limit. He locked eyes with them, his glare downright murderous.

"Trust me, Scarlett had zero desire to be here. She's only here because she's legally obligated to be."

"If you two keep flapping your mouths, you're going to pay for it!"

Sylvia had been on the receiving end of Stellan's wrath before. Hearing his threat, she instantly shrank back, snapping her mouth shut.

But Veronica refused to back down, glaring defiantly back at Stellan.

"Oh, what a tough guy!" she sneered.

"She obviously regrets the divorce and is desperate for a second chance, but you're still trying to make her sound important!"

"Obligated? Please! You act like the world would stop spinning without her! Scarlett, you really think way too highly of yourself!"

Scarlett stood perfectly still, watching them with icy detachment. She felt no anger, only a profound, suffocating sense of disgust.

Back when she loved Yardley, she had viewed him through a heavy, romanticized filter.

She had mistaken his condescension for nobility and his sheer arrogance for pride.

Now that the filter was shattered, looking at him just made her stomach turn. He was insufferably toxic.

She had purposely come to this event without announcing her identity for one specific reason: she wanted a front-row seat to watch the color drain from their faces when the truth finally dropped.

Faced with their relentless, pathetic taunts, Scarlett felt utterly unbothered.

She crossed her arms, offering them a chillingly beautiful smile.

"Do you believe me when I say that with one single phone call, I can turn your entire, meticulously planned gala into ash?"

Yardley let out a harsh, barking laugh, his face entirely consumed by contempt. He obviously didn't believe a word of it.

"I will not let you ruin this night."

"Security! Escort Ms. Langley and her bodyguard off the premises immediately!"

The moment the order left his lips.

Over a dozen highly trained security guards, who had been waiting in the wings, swarmed in, forming a tight ring around Scarlett and Stellan.

Taking in the threatening display, Scarlett merely smirked.

"Don't bother. We'll show ourselves out."

"But Yardley... you're going to regret this very soon."

Without another word, Scarlett shot Stellan a look, silently telling him to stand down. Sharing a brief, knowing glance, the two turned on their heels and walked away.