He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 914

Hearing Veronica's screeching admission, the reporters swarmed like sharks. They instantly abandoned the romantic scene, rushing over to encircle Yardley in a tight, suffocating ring of cameras and microphones.

"Mr. Flynn, is it true that Flynn Group is facing a severe financial crisis?"

"Are you marrying the Thorne heiress purely as a corporate bailout?"

"We just spoke with your ex-wife, Ms. Langley. She's marrying Julian Croft today. How do you feel about that? Do you wish them well?"

"Croft Group has been expanding aggressively and securing massive government contracts. Do you view them as a threat to your market share?"

"Given the Flynn Group's current state, do you think you still have what it takes to compete with Croft Group?"

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The reporters were merciless, firing off razor-sharp questions that backed Yardley into a corner.

His face turned a dangerous shade of purple. Every single question felt like a blade twisting directly into his ego.

"No comment," Yardley ground out, his face dark as he tried to push his way through the crowd.

But before he could escape, Veronica forced herself to the front.

She ran a hand through her disheveled hair, forcing what she believed to be an elegant, poised smile for the cameras.

"Wait, look at her! It IS Veronica Thorne! But what happened to her face and neck? It's so red and swollen... does she have some kind of infectious disease?"

"Oh my god, you're right! She looks completely unrecognizable!"

The reporters stared in absolute shock and disgust. Behind them, the cameramen quickly adjusted their lenses, zooming in tightly on Veronica's hideous, swollen face.

Hearing the wave of insults, Veronica froze. The realization hit her—she was currently being live-streamed to the world looking like a deformed, patchy monster.

"Stop filming! Stop it! Get the cameras out of my face! Get away from me!" she shrieked, waving her arms frantically as the courtyard devolved into total chaos.

Across the plaza, oblivious to the meltdown, Scarlett and Julian strolled out of City Hall. They each held their marriage licenses, their faces glowing with undeniable happiness.