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

Chapter 407

Yoel glanced at Joshua through the rearview mirror and ventured, “If you don’t want to let Ms. Yates go, why don’t you ask her to stay?”

“You think it’s that easy?” Joshua retorted. If asking her to stay would help, he would have done it a long time ago.

Yoel touched his nose, chose to stay silent, and concentrated on driving.

“Didn’t you say Moe was working as an assistant at another company? Why is he with Cynthia now?” Joshua finally started to

think

“I’m not entirely sure. He said his previous hoss is on vacation, and he’s currently working part–time for Ms. Yates,” Yoel honestly confessed.

“And if you were in his shoes, would you take on a part–time job? Joshua’s tone grew colder, his gaze darker.

Yoel, noticing Joshua’s expression, decided to answer honestly, “No, I wouldn’t.”

He would also take time off if his boss were on vacation. Regardless, he would still receive his salary, whether he worked or not. Most importantly, Moe was not in need of money. He’d saved all his earnings over the years, so there was no question of being short on funds.

suspicions. “Why would Moe take

was he supposed to say? That Moe fancied Ms. Yates

not forthcoming, Joshua’s eyebrows

be? Don’t you already know this?” Yoel was heart–throbbing as

Moe simply admired Cynthia, there were other ways to get close to her. By becoming her assistant, apart from giving out work assignments,

taken aback as he drove steadily.

that Moe’s boss is Cynthia herself? Joshua ventured

thought about that earlier, but it seems

“Why not?”

again. But Ms. Yates has been working

caught onto the

vacation earlier, during which Moe was also off, with his salary paid as usual. They just resumed work recently,” Yorl explained. Then, with a smirk, he aslord, “Mr. Neal, if you took a two–year vacation, would you also grant me the same, with

on,” Joshua responded

expected that. Bosses like Mae’s were indeed

worked at previously. Get the details.” Joshua’s suspicions grew stronger with the mention of the

was reluctant, he complied,

as Yoel drove

a string of chatter. “Cynthia, didn’t