He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 786

Yardley hissed the exorbitant number through gritted teeth.

The entire auction house exploded into a frenzy!

Almost a hundred million!

That was miles beyond the actual value of the necklace.

Veronica suddenly felt a spike of genuine panic. She nervously tugged at Yardley's sleeve, dropping her voice to a frantic whisper.

"Yardley, are... are you bidding too high? This is way more than the necklace is worth. What if Scarlett stops bidding?"

The reality of what he'd just done slammed into Yardley like a freight train. A cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

He suddenly remembered that even if he drained every single one of his personal accounts, he didn't have anywhere near a hundred million in liquid cash.

Panic seized him.

Every eye in the room pivoted back to Scarlett.

No one wanted to hear that familiar, icy voice ring out more than Yardley did.

Instead, Scarlett casually lowered her paddle and leaned back in her chair.

The auctioneer excitedly called the price three times before slamming the gavel down. It was final.

Yardley jolted in his seat as if he'd been struck by lightning.

It hit him all at once. He'd been played. Again.

Scarlett never had any intention of buying the necklace. She just wanted to drive the price into the stratosphere and watch him make an absolute fool of himself.

The trap had been sprung, and he had swan-dived right into it. Yardley slumped back in his chair, his face entirely drained of color, his skin clammy with sweat.

Beside him, Veronica was practically glowing with triumph. Suddenly, Yardley leaned close and whispered in her ear.

"Veronica... do you have fifty million in your account?"

Veronica blinked, sure she had misheard him. She turned to look at him, her smile faltering. "Are you... short on cash?"

But if she did that to Yardley now, she knew he would freeze her out forever.

He was still offering to pay fifty million dollars for her... which, objectively, was an astronomical amount of money.

And it was Scarlett's fault for driving the price up, not his. They weren't even officially dating yet; expecting him to casually drop a hundred million was probably pushing it.

Rationalizing it to herself, Veronica swallowed her pride, forced a rigid smile, and nodded.

"Fine. I'll cover fifty. You handle the rest."

Yardley exhaled a quiet sigh of relief.

Seeing that Scarlett and Julian were already leaving, he stood up, intending to chase after them.

Before he could take a step, a young man in a sharp black suit materialized in front of him, gesturing politely toward the exit.

"Mr. Flynn, correct? Right this way, please. Mr. Bishop would like a word."