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.

their eyes turned to him, each with a look of contusion on their

casually saying, “Joshua and Cynthia are getting

his lips, avoiding eye

Chyler coughed lightly.

as daring as

to join in the fun as he picked

achieved his goal Moses raised his glass, smirking as he said.

hesitation, Cynthia picked up her

you been warting a divorce from Cynthia for a long lime? Or is it that you actually

Moses, his gaze piercing

he was not

were almost touching. Then, he raised his glass in deflance and clinked it against theirs, making a loud sound that echoed in the spacious

Clink!

and Yiordan exchanged a glance, realizing one

Otherwise, the game would

“Aherr”

their throats and lifted their

a small sin and put his glass down, barely

Yiordan did