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.

turned to him, each with a look of

put the bottle down before casually saying, “Joshua and Cynthia are getting divorced in four days, so we’re celebrating their retum to single life

lips,

Chyler coughed lightly.

really was as daring

in the fun as he

that he had achieved his goal Moses raised his glass,

Cynthia picked up her

lime? Or is it that you actually don’t want to divorce her?” Moses urged, giving him a nudge on

glared at Moses, his gaze piercing like a

Moses was used to it and he was not

Cynthia and Mitchell, which were almost touching. Then, he raised

Clink!

exchanged a glance, realizing one thing:

around for? Moses wanted everyone to participate. Otherwise, the game would not

“Aherr”

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

six of them all started drinking. Chyler took a small sin and put his glass down, barely making

Yiordan did