Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 149

Cynthia held back her emotions and said, “If you have any doubts or don’t believe me, you can say it directly.”

“Someone knocked on the door to deliver a letter to Mitchell. Who was that person? Why did he send it to him? If someone is really kidnapped, isn’t calling the police the best solution?” Joshua did as she wished and asked all the questions.

Cynthia said, “Wait a minute.”

Joshua was seething. She still wanted him to wait?!

Cynthia took the mobile phone and called Mitchell, asking him to send the letter to her. After Mitchell hung up the phone, he took a photo and sent it to her.

Cynthia clicked on the picture and showed Joshua.

After Joshua read every word, he only had one thought. Mitchell really outdone himself. He even created evidence so seamlessly.”

“Mitchell is still checking the surveillance cameras at the hotel to find out who left him the letter,” Cynthia explained.

Joshua threw her mobile phone on the table, looked at her as if he was looking at a stranger, and said coldly, “Are you going to say that the hotel’s surveillance system is broken?”

“You don’t believe it?” Cynthia asked him.

someone to write this letter, didn’t you? You created the letter so that you have something to show me when I

panic.

her breath. Did she not

eyes condensed a little bit, and his whole body became more alienated

were deadlocked for

mistake to trust you,” Joshua said without any emotion

He left after speaking.

slammed loudly

her and Mitchell coming out of the hotel with his own eyes, and she went ahead and told him an elaborate story before he could even ask, How

believe it?

Joshua thought about it, the more ridiculous he

called no one and drove to

would trouble Cynthia, that he would

Cynthia was already hurt.

heart, calm and unruffled recently, seemed to have

back view and the sentence ‘Cynthia, it

her head.

were not for the phone call from Mitchell, she would

phone was connected, Mitchell noticed something was wrong with her voice and asked, “What’s

Cynthia lowered her eyes and rested her forehead

for a while and