He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 861

Corinne's hair was a mess. She looked nothing like the arrogant, untouchable socialite from moments ago.

She glared at Scarlett, her chest heaving violently, gasping for air like a dying fish.

"Scarlett... you vicious bitch! You ruined our entire family! You're going to burn in hell!"

Corinne screamed hysterically, her voice shrill enough to make anyone's skin crawl.

Melanie and Clarissa were pale with terror, their legs giving out as they barely managed to stay upright.

Scarlett didn't even bat an eyelid.

She simply looked at Corinne, her gaze making it clear she was watching a pathetic clown.

"Save your breath, Corinne," Scarlett said, her lips parting in a cold smile. "I've already recorded every single piece of slander you just spewed. All of it will serve as courtroom evidence for harassment and defamation."

"Save your energy for the judge."

"You..."

Corinne's vision went black, nearly passing out on the spot.

Just then, urgent footsteps echoed from outside the hall.

A group of uniformed police officers walked in with stern expressions, heading straight for Corinne and her daughters.

"Corinne Quinn, Melanie Flynn, and Clarissa Flynn, you are under suspicion of harassment, defamation, and malicious misappropriation of assets. Please come with us down to the station."

The lead officer's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Corinne's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor, muttering, "No... impossible! I'm not going to jail!"

Melanie and Clarissa were equally ashen, trembling violently and unable to stand.

"Take them away."

Kane had personally delivered the news, and it had even been confirmed by the authorities in Country A.

Kane's men were right there when Scarlett and Julian fell into the water.

Sylvia and Yardley had even visited the site of the accident.

With the raging currents at the mouth of that river, falling in meant a guaranteed death sentence.

How did they survive?

And how long had they been back in the country?

Why did she get the chilling feeling that every single move they had made recently was perfectly orchestrated by Scarlett and Julian?

The more Sylvia thought about it, the more wrong it felt.

She glared fixedly at the couple, pulled out her phone, snapped a picture of them, and sent it to Kane. [I thought you said they were dead? What the hell are your people doing?]