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.

eyes turned to him, each with a

casually saying, “Joshua and Cynthia

lips, avoiding eye

Chyler coughed lightly.

really was as daring

eager to join in the

achieved his goal Moses raised his glass, smirking

hesitation, Cynthia picked up her

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

his gaze piercing like

used to it and he was not afraid

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!

Yiordan exchanged a glance, realizing one thing:

to participate. Otherwise, the game would

“Aherr”

and lifted their glasses in a toast with

took a small sin

Yiordan