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

Chapter 270
“Cynthia, are you interested in joining the military? I can have my dad write you a recommendation letter,” Michael asked his address, gemainely interested in her,
Before Cynthia could answer, Joshua approached. Then, he grabbed Michael’s collar and pulled him back. “She’s not joining. so don’t bother her.”
“This is a rare shooting talent…”
“Say one more word, and I’ll have Yosef discipline you.”
Michael glared at Joshua.
He was always using Yosef to intimidate him. He truly lived up to being a sc umbag!
Cynthia stood there without moving. She was not some shooting prodigy. Her marksmanship came from firing ore bullet after another.
Joshua’s gaze darkened. He pulled Michael back, and his deep, bottomless eyes fell on Cynthia
“When did you become so skilled in marksmanship?”
“I’m not obligated to answer you,” Cynthia replied.

However, the more she acted this way, the more curious Jochia became.
Cynthia glanced at the target again and spoke directly, “Since it’s a the now, let’s increase the difficulty.”
Joshua raised an eyebrow.
Michael also leaned in.
“Shooting in the rain, shooting in the fog,” Cynthia blurted out.
A barely noticeable crease formed between Josha s’s eyebrows. Under normal weather conditions, he could hit the target, but if external conditions changed, he could not guarantee it.
It was apparent Cynthia had the upper hand in this situation.
if he agreed and ended up losing, it would mean he could never disturb her again in his life.
As he pondered this, Joshua said, “Let’s discuss it next time and not continue today”
Cynthia did not push further, as Joshua also had the right to say in this matter. Since there was nothing else to do here, she intended to leave.
She had already wasted half a day, and Moe was probably waiting for her to go to work.
“I’ll go first.” Cynthia returned everything she had borrowed and looked at Justua before leaving “I hope you remember what you promised,”
Joshua pursed his thin lips. He knew she was reminding him not to disturb her until he fulfilled his promise
“I’ll take you back. It’s not easy to get a taxi around here,” he spoke, his tone as cold and indifferent as usual
Michael genuinely admired Cynthia and stepped in, stopping them. “Forget about it. Since you’re here, let’s have a meal together. We have a tradition here: we have to treat anyone who gets a perfect score at three hundred meters on their first try.
Several professionals looked puzzled.
They were unaware of this tradition.
Michael even asked them, “Right?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”