He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 935

Sylvia's chest tightened. Terrified, she didn't dare hold anything back, reciting every detail:

"That massive investment was incredibly shady from the start. Kane claimed it was a confidential offshore fund with massive returns and immediate liquidity. The only catch was that it had to be funneled through a massive real estate development to legitimize the books."

"I knew you were desperate for cash, so I brought it to you first, but you said it was too risky. In a moment of panic, I called Veronica."

"She didn't even hesitate. She agreed to the entire thing on the spot and promised me a cut."

Sylvia shivered, a cold sweat breaking out on her back. "Looking back on it now... she agreed way too easily. She didn't do any due diligence, didn't ask about the source of the funds, didn't care about the risk. It was like she was desperately waiting for a shady cash injection."

Yardley's eyes darkened, his fingers unconsciously gripping the armrest so hard his knuckles turned white.

Thorne Industries wasn't the untouchable powerhouse Veronica had claimed it was.

Just like Flynn Group, they looked glamorous on paper, but their foundation was rotting.

That was why Veronica and Quentin Thorne had recklessly accepted a massive, unverified slush fund. They needed it to plug their own financial black holes.

The irony was sickening. Thorne Industries was just as broke as he was.

And like an idiot, he had tied himself to Veronica in a panic, signing that draconian prenup under Quentin Thorne's manipulation.

They had deliberately chained him to them so that when the bomb went off, Flynn Group would be their meat shield.

If no one had heard a whisper, there was only one explanation: they had been quietly swept up by the authorities and thrown into secret custody. Complete isolation.

And because Kane's inner circle was compromised and the money pipeline had snapped, Thorne Industries' laundering scheme was suddenly exposed.

That was why Veronica was acting like a rabid dog—defying regulations, destroying heritage sites, and throwing a very public tantrum to force the construction crews to work overnight.

She was racing against the clock. She was desperately trying to fake the project's financial flow, hoping to wash the money and cook the books before the federal hammer dropped.

Understanding the full scope of the trap, Yardley felt a suffocating sense of helplessness. He was thoroughly cornered.

He had spent his whole life navigating corporate warfare, only to walk blindly into the most elaborate, devastating snare.