He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 880

"I am busy, Scarlett! I am warning you, back the hell off!"

The brutal shove sent Scarlett stumbling backward. She lost her balance, nearly crashing hard onto the concrete.

Thankfully, Julian had been keeping an eye on her out of his peripheral vision. He broke away from the fight instantly, diving forward to catch her just before she hit the ground.

"Beat them into the ground!" Heath screamed maliciously.

The next second, the guards swung their heavy stun batons, bringing them down violently across Julian's back.

Because both of Julian's hands were currently occupied supporting Scarlett, he couldn't block the strikes. He took several brutal, sickening blows directly to his spine. The blinding pain instantly drained the color from his face.

"Julian!" Scarlett screamed in absolute horror.

Julian gritted his teeth against the agony. Seeing Heath scrambling toward the driver's seat, he yelled, "I'm fine! Don't let him leave!"

Heath had just managed to throw himself into the car. He had his phone pinned to his ear—likely receiving desperate instructions from Kane—while frantically slamming his hand against the ignition button to start the engine.

The car rumbled to life.

Heath was the lynchpin of Kane's entire money laundering empire; he knew where all the bodies were buried. If he managed to drive off and successfully flee to Myanor, dismantling this syndicate would become virtually impossible!

Ignoring the searing pain in his back, Julian lunged forward just as the car started to move. He grabbed the driver's side door handle and yanked it open.

But Heath slammed his foot on the gas.

Julian gripped the open door with one hand, his feet slipping out from under him. He was violently dragged alongside the accelerating vehicle, his shoes skidding against the asphalt in an incredibly dangerous display.

Scarlett gasped, clapping both hands over her mouth in sheer terror.

Seeing Julian being dragged by the speeding car, the security guards fighting Gordon froze in shock, unsure of what to do as they stared at the unfolding chaos.

Julian let out a guttural groan of pain, but on sheer adrenaline, he used his shoulders and brute strength to force the crumpled door back open.

Heath was screaming hysterically now. "Get the hell out of my car, Julian!"

"Get out! Die!"

"You are ruining everything! I'll kill you myself!"

Julian had already managed to pull his hands free. Ignoring his bruised and bleeding fingers, his eyes locked dead onto the black ledger bag sitting right in the center console.

He knew immediately that the bag held the core ledgers for the entire laundering operation.

Julian's eyes went cold. With his left hand, he smashed the button to roll down the rear window, and with his right hand, he snatched the heavy bag off the console.

Without a second's hesitation, he hurled the bag straight out the open window into the parking lot, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Scarlett, catch!!!"