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

“Joshua and Cynthia are getting divorced in four days, so

pursed his lips, avoiding

Chyler coughed lightly.

really was as

said, eager to join in the fun as

his glass, smirking

picked up her

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

at Moses, his gaze

to it and he was not afraid of Joshua at

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 and clinked

Clink!

glance, realizing one thing: Moses was in

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

“Aherr”

them cleared their throats and lifted their glasses in

of them all started drinking. Chyler took a small sin and put his glass

Yiordan did