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

Yoel was already secretly crying as he darest to fight against the tyrant Joshua, silently apologizing to Cynthia multiple times. as he said, “I want to come up and talk to you about something. Are you home now?”

With that said, the call endest

Voel pursed his lips and told toshma, “Mr. Neal, I have done what you assigned me to do.”

“I’ll let the snitching incident slide, but it there’s a next time, you don’t have to stay at the Neal Group anymore,” Joshua said as he draped his suit jacket over his arm.

He was wearing a white shirt and suit pants.

“Yes, Mr. Neal,” Yoel replied

Joshua opened the car door and got out, walking toward the building where Cynthia stayed.

Yoel stopped him “Wait!”

Joshua halted his steps, and his sharply defined, handsome face and the white shirt added a few more degrees of coldness to his temperament.

“How about I get you a room nearby so you can freshen up and change before meeting Ms. Yates?” Yoel glanced over the lipstick on Joshua’s collar

to pick him up, he

never expected to find a lipstick stain on Joshua’s collar, and he had a pungent fragrance

his understanding of

from patting her on the back to comfort her, they had

such

could only be done by

and change clothes to

stain on you, and there’s a strong perfume smell. It may not be a good idea to see

Yates like

was exactly what Joshua wanted.

not know why he copied it from

wanted to know if Cynthia cared about him

he did not like her or even did not want to

to get an

he strutted forward with his modelesque figure.

this, Yoel rubbed his

Forget it.

no point in trying

they were divorcing soon.