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

and put the bottle down before casually saying, “Joshua and Cynthia are getting divorced

his lips, avoiding eye

Chyler coughed lightly.

as

worth celebrating.” Mitchell said, eager to join in the fun as

Moses raised his glass, smirking as

Cynthia picked up her

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

his gaze piercing

used to it and he

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

Clink!

a glance, realizing

Yiordan, what are you two standing around for? Moses wanted everyone to participate. Otherwise, the game would not be lin

“Aherr”

two of them cleared their throats and lifted their

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

Yiordan did the