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

and Cynthia are getting divorced in four days, so we’re celebrating their

his lips, avoiding

Chyler coughed lightly.

was as

to join in the fun as he

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

picked up

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

at Moses, his gaze

it and he

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

around for? Moses wanted everyone to participate. Otherwise, the game would not be lin later on. “This is a

“Aherr”

two of them cleared their throats and lifted their glasses in a toast with complicated

small sin and put his glass down, barely making

Yiordan did the