He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 95

Early the next morning, Bay City Television broadcasted a breaking news report.

"Two of the city's top luxury mansions suffered severe fires late last night. The fire department responded immediately upon receiving the alarms, successfully containing and extinguishing the blazes. Fortunately, there were no casualties reported. Authorities are still conducting intense investigations into the exact causes of the fires. Preliminary reports estimate the direct financial damages to both properties amount to hundreds of millions..."

From the crack of dawn, Scarlett's phone was completely bombarded, ringing relentlessly.

Judging by the sheer frequency of Yardley's calls, Scarlett could easily picture him stomping around, utterly consumed by rage.

Scarlett let out a cold, dismissive scoff. She had absolutely no intention of answering.

She walked into the kitchen, packed the pork bone broth the maid had prepared for Talia into a thermos, and headed out the door flanked by her bodyguards.

Stellan had previously suggested assigning bodyguards to her, but she had found it too cumbersome.

However, after nearly being locked up by Yardley, she swallowed her pride and selected two plainclothes guards she felt comfortable with to shadow her.

After all, she was making plenty of enemies now.

Scarlett carried the thermos toward the hospital wing.

To her surprise, Yardley was standing at the entrance to the VIP ward, his face dark as a storm cloud. He had clearly been waiting for her.

Seeing him, Scarlett instinctively altered her path, letting her gaze sweep past him as if he were nothing more than empty air.

Yardley frowned and violently grabbed her wrist.

"Scarlett! Do you really have nothing to say to me?"

Scarlett sneered.

"Yardley, I haven't had anything to say to you for a long time. Can you stop asking me such pointless questions?"

She felt a genuine, physical revulsion toward him now.

The intense love and affection she once held for him had completely rotted into sheer disgust.

Yardley's nostrils flared with raw anger.

"The fires at the Stetson house and Orchard Villa. You ordered them, didn't you? If you keep acting like a lunatic, I won't be able to cover for you anymore! Come with me!"

Finishing his threat, Yardley yanked her arm, intending to drag her away.

This time, Scarlett didn't humor him for a second. With a subtle nod, the two plainclothes bodyguards sprang into action.

Before Yardley could even register what was happening, his large frame was forcefully tackled to the ground.

The two guards Scarlett had chosen were no ordinary men. They were Stellan's military comrades, veterans with terrifying combat experience.

Accustomed to a life of absolute power and privilege, Yardley had never suffered such a blatant, physical humiliation.

His vision swam with stars, and by the time he managed to sit up, the two bodyguards were already gone.

In the empty corridor, a sudden, chilling draft blew past him.

Yardley clutched his throbbing eye and his swollen, bruised cheek. Pure fury erupted in his gaze, his fists cracking loudly as he clenched them tight.

Right then, Corinne called, demanding he return to Orchard Villa immediately. The police had apparently found something.

The entirety of Orchard Villa was now a charred, smoky ruin. The priceless paintings and antiques, the exorbitantly expensive custom furniture, the meticulously chosen architectural details... Yardley couldn't bear to look at it. The financial loss alone was staggering.

What made him want to rip his hair out was the realization that he hadn't yet filed the insurance policy for the estate. Every single dollar of the damage would come straight out of his own pocket.

Yardley raced back to the property like a madman.

What was once a warm, luxurious home was now nothing more than a pile of blackened rubble.

Even from a distance, the heavy, suffocating stench of scorched materials burned his lungs.

The firefighters had already cleared the scene, leaving a team of police officers and fire investigators combing through the ashes.