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

Chapter 117

Joshua was still driving when he received the text. He glanced at the message that popped up, and his gaze deepened as he accelerated toward the suburban villa.

When he arrived, Chyler and Yiordan seemed to be playing a mobile game while Moses ran back and forth between different places. Only Cynthia and Mitchell were sitting there chatting.

Although it was just an ordinary distance and conversation, Joshua could not help but feel they should be separated, as their behavior was like an eyesore.

“You finally made it. We’ve been waiting for you for over hall an hour.” Moses joked, placing a bottle of wine on the table and pulling Joshua over.

Joshua was emitting a terrifyingly low pressure.

Moses pulled him to sit down, and all six were present. Chyler glanced at Mitchell liddling with his phone and asking Moses, “Today isn’t

day worth celebrating, so why did you call us all here?”

Moreover, he even invited Mitchell.

“Who said it’s not worth celebrating?” Moses blurted out.

him, each with a look of

put the bottle down before casually saying, “Joshua and Cynthia are getting divorced in four days, so

his lips,

Chyler coughed lightly.

as daring as

to join in the fun as he picked up

achieved his goal Moses raised his glass, smirking

Cynthia picked up her

are you doing? Haven’t you been warting a divorce from Cynthia for a long lime? Or is it that you actually

his gaze

was used to it and he was not afraid of Joshua at

looked up at the glasses held by Cynthia and Mitchell, which were almost touching. Then, he raised his glass in deflance and clinked

Clink!

a glance, realizing one

participate. Otherwise, the game

“Aherr”

them cleared their throats and lifted their glasses in a toast with

small sin and put his

and Yiordan did the