He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 780

She held his gaze, her voice laced with seductive promise.

"You know, what you really need right now is a capable partner who can help you stabilize the board. With my network, my abilities, and my family’s backing, I can pave the way for you in the business world. Marrying me brings nothing but absolute benefit to the Flynn family."

She paused, her eyes burning with fierce, unapologetic ambition.

"What can she possibly give you? So what if she won a gold medal? At the end of the day, she's just a little designer. Does she have the vision or the power to elevate your empire?"

His eyes turned pitch-black, a dangerous, imperceptible hostility flaring in his pupils.

He finally understood exactly why he possessed such a deep, instinctual aversion to her.

The woman thrived on looking down her nose at people, constantly flaunting her wealth, her supposed competence, and her connections.

If he ever actually married her, she would spend the rest of her life trying to manipulate him, control him, and demand his utter submission.

He was far too proud and dominant of a man to ever stoop to living off a woman's leverage.

He issued a low, lethal warning.

"I made myself perfectly clear a moment ago. Marriage is off the table."

"As for tomorrow... if you're willing to help, I will bid on and purchase the purple diamond for you as a thank-you gift."

"But let me be clear. That intelligence of yours had better be accurate. Because if I wanted to buy information off the dark web, I have my own channels."

With that, he stood up, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

The implication was crystal clear: Get out.

She hadn't expected this.

She had repeatedly lowered her pride and practically thrown herself at him, yet he remained as immovable and freezing as a glacier, feeling absolutely nothing for her.

Her smug confidence evaporated into thin air.

"Fine. We have a deal. I'll see you tomorrow."

A wicked, twisted smile crawled across her face, her tone ice-cold.

"No. Don't kill her yet. Death is too good for her."

"Destroy her. Make her wish she was dead. Drag her down from her little pedestal, piece by piece. That's how you play the game, understand?"

A dark, malicious chuckle echoed through the receiver.

"Fine. That's child's play."

"But Miss Thorne, I'm doing you a massive favor. You better keep your end of the bargain. Convince Sylvia to drop that Flynn bastard and marry me..."

She smirked, letting out a soft, mocking laugh.

"Don't worry. She's my absolute best friend. Consider it done."

"Perfect. We have a deal."