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

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.

All of their eyes turned to him, each with a look of contusion on their face.

Moses continued to pour the wine nonchalantly and put the bottle down before casually saying, “Joshua and Cynthia are getting divorced in four days, so we’re celebrating their retum to single life in advance.”

Yiordan pursed his lips, avoiding eye contact

Chyler coughed lightly.

Moses really was as daring as ever!

“It’s definitely worth celebrating.” Mitchell said, eager to join in the fun as he picked up a wine glass.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal Moses raised his glass, smirking as he said. “Cynthia, let’s have a toast.”

Without hesitation, Cynthia picked up her own glass.

“Joshua, what are you doing? Haven’t you been warting a divorce from Cynthia for a long lime? Or is it that you actually don’t want to divorce her?” Moses urged, giving him a nudge on the arm.

Joshua glared at Moses, his gaze piercing like a smile.

However, Moses was used to it and he was not afraid of Joshua at all.

The coldness emanating from Joshua was almost tangible as he looked up at the glasses held by Cynthia and Mitchell, which were almost touching. Then, he raised his glass in deflance and clinked it against theirs, making a loud sound that echoed in the spacious villa.

Clink!

Chyler and Yiordan exchanged a glance, realizing one thing: Moses was in trouble.

“Chyler, Yiordan, what are you two standing around for? Moses wanted everyone to participate. Otherwise, the game would not be lin later on. “This is a very important day for Joshua.”

“Aherr”

The two of them cleared their throats and lifted their glasses in a toast with complicated emalions.

The six of them all started drinking. Chyler took a small sin and put his glass down, barely making a dent.

Moses and Yiordan did the same.

Only Joshua, Cynthia, and Mitchell finished their drinks to the last drop.

When Joshua put down his glass, he noticed the issue at hand.

Cynthia and Mitchell’s glasses were completely empty, as if they were anticipating the end of their marriage.

Suddenly, the almosphere became eerie.

Chyler regretted coming. He would not have come it he had known that Moses‘ idea of a fun game involved drinking and causing drama.

This was far from a game. It was more like sharing the pressure of an icy silencel

“Mitchell, I heard you’re still single and never had a girlfriend?” Moses felt no pressure whatsoever and continued to stir things up.

Mitchell had a refined and gentlemanly presence about him, simply answering. “Yeah.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well what do you think of Cynthia? I heard you guys are really good friends, and Cynthia will be divorced soon. Do you have any interest in pursuing her?” Moses said, ignoring Joshua’s deathly glare.