He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 765

Scarlett's expression froze for a fraction of a second before a tidal wave of fury crashed over her.

Her face hardened into absolute ice. "Yardley, you can eat garbage, but you don't get to speak it! Do you have any idea what you're accusing me of?"

She found him utterly delusional. Refusing to entertain his madness for another second, she spun on her heel to leave.

Yardley lunged, grabbing her arm, his voice rising in desperation. "Of course I know! And I also know that Dennis, the Country A architect who won the silver award, is planning to expose your design as stolen live on stage!"

Scarlett's footsteps abruptly stopped.

She instantly sensed the gravity of the threat. Turning back, she stared at him in disbelief, her brows knitting tightly. "How do you know this?"

A dark thought flashed through her mind, and her anger flared even hotter. "Don't tell me you intentionally—"

"It wasn't me!" Yardley interrupted, his tone frantic and pleading. "I would never want to see you fail. I want the best for you more than anyone else in the world. Think about it—if I was behind this, why would I warn you? Wouldn't I just sit back and watch you get humiliated in front of the entire world?"

His logic checked out, and Scarlett's boiling anger receded slightly, leaving behind a cold, calculating calm. "Does this person have proof?"

Yardley took a step closer, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper again. "Yes. I looked into it. It's solid, undeniable proof. Your design is a near-identical match to a draft posted years ago on a domestic architecture forum by a user named 'Zephyr.' Dennis has the original draft and the timestamped post ready as evidence. I heard the judging committee has already received the file and held a secret meeting about it. If they declare it a forgery, the fallout will be apocalyptic."

And that was just a mid-tier regional competition. The Pillar of Eternity was the most prestigious accolade in the architectural world. If Scarlett went down for this, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Initially, Scarlett had been genuinely concerned.

But the moment Yardley uttered the name 'Zephyr,' every single trace of worry evaporated from her mind.

Because *she* was Zephyr. The draft Dennis was wielding as a weapon against her was, in fact, her own preliminary design.