He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 717

Scarlett turned her head and gave Veronica a lazy once-over.

It was obvious the woman had tried desperately to stand out tonight.

But her neon-yellow dress was trying way too hard; it was visually jarring, almost blinding.

Scarlett pressed her lips together. "Do you have any idea what you look like?"

Veronica paused, frowning defensively. "What do you mean? What are you trying to say?"

Scarlett gave a soft, amused scoff. "You look like a giant egg yolk in a bowl of tomato soup. In a room completely themed in red, you are painfully yellow."

Without waiting for a response, Scarlett turned on her heel and walked gracefully toward the VIP table at the center of the room.

*A giant egg yolk in a bowl of tomato soup?!*

Veronica froze, snapping her gaze down to her bright yellow gown, then wildly scanning the surrounding red velvet drapes and crimson floral arrangements.

In a split second, her face turned ashen. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, her manicured nails digging painfully into her palms.

Meanwhile, Scarlett casually took the seat of honor at the center table.

The table was filled with the company's major shareholders, senior executives, and the chairman himself, Franklin Flynn.

Corinne and her daughters didn't have the status to sit at this table; they were relegated to the adjacent one.

As soon as Scarlett sat down, she felt the weight of everyone's stares.

To her utter surprise, Franklin, the patriarch who had rarely ever spoken to her, leaned over to strike up a conversation.

"How is my little granddaughter doing these days? Is she behaving?"

Scarlett could barely believe her ears.

Franklin Flynn asking about her daughter? This was a first.

She gave him a cool, indifferent glance. "She's fine."

Now Scarlett genuinely wondered if she was hallucinating.

Since her daughter was born, Franklin and Corinne had been so stingy they hadn't even given the baby a simple holiday cash gift.

And now, out of nowhere, he was offering a yacht?

Though Franklin had stepped back from daily operations for years, Scarlett knew he held a massive portfolio of private assets.

Back when she worked for the company, the veterans had told her stories of how he had capitalized on the twenty-year real estate boom, amassing incredible wealth that he kept firmly in his own grasp.

Yachts, mansions, commercial high-rises, land, rare antiques, jewels... the old man was sitting on a fortune. It was likely the exact reason his young, beautiful assistant, Irene Sommers, was so willing to have his child.

Scarlett wasn't foolish enough to turn away free money.

If he was offering, she would play along. "So, you're planning to officially acknowledge her as your granddaughter?"

Franklin beamed. "She's the only grandchild we have. No matter what, she has our family's blood running through her veins."