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

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

his lips, avoiding

Chyler coughed lightly.

was as daring as

definitely worth celebrating.” Mitchell said, eager to join in the fun as he picked up

his glass, smirking as he said. “Cynthia,

picked

for a long lime? Or is it that you actually don’t want

at Moses, his gaze piercing like

he was not afraid of Joshua at

at the glasses held by Cynthia and Mitchell, which were almost touching. Then, he

Clink!

and Yiordan exchanged a glance, realizing one thing: Moses was

participate. Otherwise, the game would not be lin later

“Aherr”

lifted their

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

Yiordan did