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.”

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

afternoon, Jimmy dropped her off at the hospital,

her way to the sixth floor. The closer she got to Shirley’s ward, the more anxious she became. Her palms were damp

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Chapter 23

reached the

through 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

Yates looked up, and their eyes met through the

In that instant…

Mr. Yates‘ gaze seemed to

door to the hospital room. She was still wearing the casual black suit and white

the door

voice choked with emotion as memories

approached the bed to look at the girl who

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

in response, and the room

her, noticing

“You…” Mr. Yates hesitated.

should go home,” Cynthia interrupted, her tone

years, but he knew that Cyn

divorce,” Cynthia said as she sat down beside the bed,

want to talk much with him, Mr. Yates exchanged

was leaving, he

“Mr. Yates?”

without eating lunch.” Mr. Yates said, glancing back at the

and Mr. Yates did not