He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 930

As far as Yardley was concerned, this project should have been finished ages ago. It was precisely because Julian's grandmother kept interfering in the name of historical preservation that they were forced to alter the blueprints time and time again. Her constant delays had pushed the schedule back disastrously, preventing them from wrapping things up.

On this matter, his and Veronica's financial interests were entirely aligned. There was no way he was going to side with Julian and Scarlett.

All he cared about right now was getting the project completed, operational, and generating revenue so he could recoup his investment. The rest was none of his business.

His throat was tight, his voice dangerously low. "Julian, I'd suggest you leave yourself an out."

Hearing that, Julian immediately understood where Yardley stood. A faint smirk of mockery touched his lips. "When your crew was blasting an elderly woman with industrial hoses and violently suppressing heritage preservation, did you consider leaving yourself an out?"

"My grandmother spent months trying to negotiate with you. She offered solutions that would protect the pagoda without disrupting your overall development. But you refused to adjust your blueprints or listen to a single word of professional advice."

"If both sides had just compromised a little, this could have been resolved peacefully. Instead, you ignored every warning and snuck out here in the middle of the night to dig illegally."

Julian had been quietly monitoring the situation the entire time, so he knew exactly what was going on.

His calm, irrefutable logic left Yardley temporarily speechless. Instinctively, Yardley glanced at his wife. "Veronica, is this true?"

Seeing that Yardley was taking her side, her arrogance returned full force. She crossed her arms and scoffed. "We're running a business, not a charity."

"Hey! Turn the machines back on! If we don't hit tonight's quota, I'm docking half your bonuses! Move!"

"Historical heritage? It's nothing but an obstacle to progress! Once my project is finished and I'm raking in cash and awards, nobody is going to give a damn about some broken old tower!"

The moment the words left her mouth, the roar of approaching engines shattered the night.

Veronica let out a dismissive scoff.

But then, blinding headlights cut through the darkness as a convoy of official government vehicles and law enforcement cruisers swarmed the construction site, illuminating the chaotic scene in stark, unforgiving light.