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.

of their eyes turned to him, each with a

continued to pour the wine nonchalantly and put the bottle down before casually saying, “Joshua and Cynthia are getting

his lips, avoiding eye

Chyler coughed lightly.

was as daring

in the fun as he

his goal Moses raised his glass, smirking as he said. “Cynthia, let’s

picked

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

at Moses, his gaze piercing

used to it and he was not

up at the glasses held by Cynthia and Mitchell, which were almost touching. Then, he raised his glass in deflance and clinked it against theirs, making a loud sound that echoed in

Clink!

realizing one thing:

Yiordan, what are you two standing around for? Moses wanted everyone to participate. Otherwise, the game would

“Aherr”

them cleared their throats and lifted their glasses in a toast

drinking. Chyler took a small sin and put

Yiordan did