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

Chapter 117

Joshua was still driving when he received the text. He glanced at the message that popped up, and his gaze deepened as he accelerated toward the suburban villa.

When he arrived, Chyler and Yiordan seemed to be playing a mobile game while Moses ran back and forth between different places. Only Cynthia and Mitchell were sitting there chatting.

Although it was just an ordinary distance and conversation, Joshua could not help but feel they should be separated, as their behavior was like an eyesore.

“You finally made it. We’ve been waiting for you for over hall an hour.” Moses joked, placing a bottle of wine on the table and pulling Joshua over.

Joshua was emitting a terrifyingly low pressure.

Moses pulled him to sit down, and all six were present. Chyler glanced at Mitchell liddling with his phone and asking Moses, “Today isn’t

day worth celebrating, so why did you call us all here?”

Moreover, he even invited Mitchell.

“Who said it’s not worth celebrating?” Moses blurted out.

of their eyes turned to him, each with a look of

before casually saying, “Joshua and Cynthia

lips, avoiding

Chyler coughed lightly.

was as daring

to join in the fun as he picked up a

goal Moses raised his glass, smirking as he said. “Cynthia, let’s

hesitation, Cynthia picked up

a long lime? Or is it that you actually don’t want to divorce her?” Moses urged,

his gaze

to it and he was

and Mitchell, which were almost touching. Then, he raised his glass in deflance and clinked it against theirs, making a loud sound that

Clink!

glance, realizing one thing:

participate. Otherwise, the game would not be lin later on. “This is

“Aherr”

and lifted their glasses in a toast with

drinking. Chyler took a small sin and put his glass down, barely making a

and Yiordan