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

Chapter 15

Their eyes met.

The atmosphere turned cold as both of their faces showed clear disdain for each other.

Cynthia, wearing slippers, headed upstairs without any intention of engaging in conversation. For the first time, she exuded such a cold aura.

“Stop,” Joshua said, addressing her retreating figure.

Cynthia acted as if she had not heard him and kept walking.

Joshua quickly stepped in front of her at the bottom of the stairs, looking down at her with his usual detached demeanor. “Can we talk?”

“Fine,” Cynthia agreed.

They walked toward the couch, and Joshua removed the remote control.

Cynthia saw this and said nothing. She poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and then sat down on the sofa with the glass. “Go ahead. What do you want to talk about?”

“What’s your relationship with Mitchell?” Joshua stared at her intently, not missing any of her facial expressions.

Cynthia replied confidently, “We’re friends.”

“When did you meet?” Joshua asked further.

Cynthia did not hesitate to answer, “When we were kids.”

A chill flickered in Joshua’s eyes. He felt that she could not even come up with a proper lie. ” Given Mitchell’s background, there’s no way you could have known him as a child.”

Cynthia did not respond, feeling like they were talking at cross purposes.

“You better not harbor any inappropriate thoughts about him. He’s not as harmless as he seems,” he warned.

“We’re just friends, and we have no intention of taking things further. Don’t impose your assumptions on me. That’s the basic respect people should have for each other,” Cynthia clarified.

Joshua’s eyes darkened even more.

that he had asked her a question, Cynthia decided to ask one too, “Since you’re asking, let me ask you,

Joshua was speechless.

not as innocent as you think. You better stay away from her,” Cynthia mimicked

“Cynthia!”

angry again.

on the sofa,

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warning you one last time, if you want to have

and left the room. She could not believe she’d fallen in love and gotten married

retreat to her room and gently close the door, with a fire burning in his chest. She could not stand

gazed at the greenery outside the window for a moment before picking up her phone and making a call. Her tone was casual and indifferent. “Hello, is this Clear Spring Cleaning Services? I have an apartment that needs

Jiverton several years ago. Jiverton was known for its beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, perfect for vacations. At the time, she had thought it would be a nice place to stay during her leisure time. However, she had not stayed there

things out and avoid the annoyance of

have someone investigate her background. When he thought about it, he realized that

only to find even less information than what was on her ID card. He hesitated

“Mr. Neal…”

you find

said, looking at the sparse information on the paper

catch the implications of his

the words on the paper with trepidation.

for more information, but nothing came. His brow furrowed as

Mr. Cheyne admitted, pushing his glasses up his nose.

the computer screen on his desk displaying

afternoon on it, and this is all we’ve got. It’s even less than what’s on her ID,” Mr. Cheyne said, his voice lacking confidence. He then ventured to ask, “May I

“Look deeper.”

this is the

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sure

into it?”

believablel

day of work, and all they had were

were two words?