Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone with The Money by Little Treasure

Chapter 4

Seeing this, Mr. Cheyne quickly came over, took the keys, and assumed the driver’s role.

Cynthia opened the passenger door and sat down, not looking at Joshua again for the entire journey.

Mr. Cheyne was apprehensive, fearing that Cynthia might blurt out something shocking later.

He hesitated. “Mrs. Neal, you…”

“Drive.”

Cynthia’s voice was light but cold.

Mr. Cheyne glanced at the rearview mirror, and seeing that Mr. Neal had no reaction, he drove out of the parking lot in silence. The atmosphere inside the car was so heavy that Mr. Cheyne felt as if he were being suffocated.

Neither Mr. Neal nor Mrs. Neal seemed inclined to speak, and an icy chill emanated from both of them. While he understood Mr. Neal’s temperament, Mr. Cheyne could not figure out why Mrs. Neal, who had been in a good mood just moments before, was now so cold. He kept his concerns to himself.

Joshua sat in the back seat, his gaze uncontrollably drawn to the silent Cynthia in the passenger seat. He was surprised by the emotions stirring within him.

Half an hour later, the car came to a stop at the hospital entrance. With a firm grip on Cynthia’s wrist, Joshua led her

toward the VIP ward.

Cynthia said, wincing at the pain from his grip, “Mr. Neal, if you keep holding me like this, you’ll be charged with

intentional harm in court before I even get the chance to be charged with attempted murder of Jayleen.”

and swollen wrist. Cynthia gave him a disdainful look, making him. feel uncomfortable. He felt a flicker of guilt, but it vanished when he considered the possibility that she was

and striding to Jayleen’s hospital room. He opened the door, revealing Jayleen lying in bed. Her face lit up with a gentle smile when she saw Joshua, and she called out

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comfort her while Cynthia entered the room. Taking in the tender scene before her, she sarcastically asked, “Do

don’t misunderstand. There’s nothing between. Joshua and me. It’s not

eyebrow and replied with a hint of irony, “If you’d let go of

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Jayleen appeared gentle, kind, and delicate. No wonder she occupied such a special place in

Chapter

Jayleen said with a hint of grievance,

and understood Jayleen’s intentions. Jayleen likely hoped

Cynthia’s hostility, gently patted her back with a voice much softer than

feeling disgusted, “Joshua, I’m

affection for Jayleen. Did he think Cynthia was easy to be

continuing to

going to stand there?” Cynthia asked, noticing him out of the corner

how he had been discovered. “Mrs. Neal,” he

I’m curious if Neal Group’s stock prices would be affected if news of your president, Mr.

Cheyne was speechless. He could not believe what Mrs. Neal was asking of

weakly, letting go of

caused enough trouble?” Joshua’s tone was icy, and he patted Jayleen’s back to

here to apologize

started to record. “I thought you called

room fell silent

you think would happen if I sent this to Mrs. Neal?” Cynthia asked, saving the recording and

away.

expression grew darker. Cynthia could not help but notice that even with his cold, detached demeanor, his face was still quite

you threatening

great together, and the scenes I captured would make