Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 21

She clicked on the email, revealing its contents. [Help me find someone, Cynthia Yates, female, from Nexuria, here’s her picture. Find all the information you can about her, and name your price.]

Cynthia glanced at the sender’s email address, an account she had frequently interacted with a few years ago. They had both been knowledgeable and shared similar goals, which led to a period of mutual assistance. However, they eventually lost touch.

However, why would this person want to investigate her?

She quickly typed a response. [Did she do something to you?]

Joshua received it as soon as the message was sent. He had assumed that after several years without contact, she might not even use the account anymore, so he was prepared for his message to go unanswered. However, to his surprise, she responded almost instantly.

Reading her reply, he sat in the back seat of a car, fingers tapping on the keyboard. “No, I’m helping a friend. I can’t say more. Can you find any information?”

Cynthia looked at his latest response and furrowed her brow in contemplation. In the next moment, as if she had realized something, she opened the photo Joshua had sent. She noticed that the background appeared to be the living room of a luxurious villa. She replied, [Is your friend Joshua?]

She rarely investigated people’s backgrounds, even those she was in contact with, like the person she was messaging now. She primarily used her technical skills to gather evidence. However, now…

Was it Joshua looking into her? Or someone close to him?

“Cynthia?” Jimmy waved a hand in front of her face. “Cynthia!”

Cynthia shifted her gaze from the phone screen and looked at him indifferently. “What’s up?” “What were you thinking about?” Jimmy stopped the car at a traffic light, his curiosity piqued. “You were staring at your screen for a long time.”

“Nothing.” Cynthia locked her phone screen and put it in her pocket, ignoring any further messages in her inbox.

“Before you got off the plane, my sister sent me a message saying that the surgery went well for Shirley, and she’s already resting in her ward.” Jimmy continued driving as the light turned green. “She wanted me to tell you not to worry too much.”

Cynthia responded, “Alright.”

her eye, the kind of child who would cry in pain over a minor scrape. Now, she had a broken bone and at head injury, and Cynthia could not imagine how much pain the poor girl was

the afternoon, Jimmy dropped her off at the hospital, informed her of Shirley’s ward

she got to Shirley’s ward, the more anxious she became.

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reached the

the window of the ward. A cute, well–behaved girl lay in bed with her eyes closed as if asleep. Beside her bed sat her worried, deadbeat father, Mr. Yates. He was already in his fifties, but his handsome face looked more like that of a man

looked up, and their

In that instant…

a slight disturbance as Mr. Yates‘ gaze seemed to be glued to Cynthia, unable to look

the hospital room. She was still wearing the casual black suit and white T–shirt she had worn to the divorce proceedings,

closed the door behind

with emotion as memories surged uncontrollably in his

not addressing him as she approached the bed to look at the

answered her question. “She should be fine. Her wounds have been treated, but we’ll have to wait until

nodded in response, and the room returned

Yates‘ gaze rested on her, noticing

“You…” Mr. Yates hesitated.

here at the hospital. You should go home,” Cynthia

not speak. He wanted to ask her how she had been these past two years, but he knew that Cyn would not discuss such things with

Cynthia said as she sat down beside the bed, her gaze fixed on

Mr. Yates exchanged a few

he was leaving, he ran

“Mr. Yates?”

Mr. Yates said, glancing back at the room before

and Mr.