He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 965

His expression was cold, his aura radiating a terrifying, icy dominance.

"Nathan is Yardley's assistant. He was just doing his job and made no mistake. Resorting to physical violence over a simple title makes you look incredibly unhinged, Ms. Thorne."

Intimidated by his overwhelming presence, a spike of panic hit Veronica. She tried to yank her arm away, but she couldn't budge an inch.

She looked up at the impeccably tailored, aristocratic man, noting the fierce, protective devotion in his eyes whenever he looked at Scarlett. The jealousy festering in her gut erupted into pure madness.

*Why?*

Scarlett was just a divorced single mother. How did she walk away from Yardley only to be cherished and protected by the most elite, untouchable man in Bay City?

Meanwhile, Veronica—a legitimate heiress who had stooped to marry Yardley—was supposed to be worshipped. Instead, she was exhausted, trapped in endless corporate schemes, and completely devoid of any real affection.

The glaring contrast felt like a knife to her eyes.

She finally wrenched her wrist free and stumbled back, her face pale with rage. Directing all her venom at Scarlett, she shrieked, "You've really got a talent, don't you, Scarlett? You're not even part of this company anymore, yet here you are, buying loyalty and playing the saint! What, are you still bitter that Yardley married me? Did you come here to play the magnanimous ex just to stir up drama?"

"You think playing savior to some lowly assistant cleans up your image? Makes you better than me? Newsflash, Scarlett—it doesn't matter how dressed up you are, you're still just my husband's used goods!"

She sneered at Julian. "And Julian Croft. The great heir to the Croft family. I can't believe you're so thrilled to pick up someone else's sloppy seconds and play stepdaddy. It's truly pathetic."

The insults were raw, vulgar, and utterly devoid of class, reeking of narrow-minded bitterness.

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