The others had their guard up too, fearing that they would offend Joshua.Joshua blocked out their voices, his eyes were only on Cynthia, who entered the room together, and he did not look back until the door of the room was closed.Last time Cynthia admitted that she and Moe were only acting.However, this time… Moe was probably really into her.Yoel also saw it. He took a step back and tapped his arm. "We should go in."Joshua's breath was thin and cool, and his black eyes were deep.When he looked away, he took another look at the room where Cynthia was and finally went in with his mind full of thoughts.Joshua did not say much the whole time during the dinner.As a result, the air pressure in the entire room was so low that those who wanted to discuss cooperation with Joshua did not dare to speak out for fear that an accident would make the already serious atmosphere even worse.Yoel acted as Joshua's substitute the whole time.He was the one answering other people's ques
After walking out of the private room, Yoel followed and said as he walked, "Mr. Neal, could you please give me a heads-up first when you have to leave next time? You make it difficult for me to do so.""Is it?" Joshua was cold as ever.There were a series of question marks on Yoel's forehead.Why did he feel that the boss had more grudge toward him tonight?He did not think too much about it. He just thought it was his boss who was in the wrong and asked, "Is there something urgent going on for you?"Joshua said nothing.When he came to the door of the room that Cynthia and Moe entered, he raised his foot and was about to kick it.Yoel stopped him at a critical moment!"Impulse is the devil. If you go in like this, Ms. Yates will definitely hate you even more in the future." Yoel mistakenly thought that he was too angry for Moe to be having dinner with Cynthia, and became jealous."As if she did not hate me before." Joshua's breath was rather cool.It was rare that he was ev
"Give me a room on the 23rd floor. Any type of room is fine." Joshua was worried, but he was careful."The rooms on the 23rd floor are full. How about a room on the 22nd and 24th floors?" the front desk replied after checking."Is there not one left?""Yes, sir."Joshua's eyes darkened slightly.Yoel still had not figured it out. "Mr. Neal, what do you need the room for?""Then please let me have access to the 23rd floor. I will go up and find my friend." Joshua did not answer him, and now his mind was occupied by the previous phone call."Please provide your friend's name and room number," the staff member asked.Joshua replied, "Moe, 2309."Moe?"Sorry, sir, I had not found your friend's check-in information. You can call your friend, and I will get a card for you after confirmation." The staff was polite throughout the whole process.Joshua had a superior aura in a suit, and at the moment, he was emitting a chill because of his mood.Now he also understood that the room
"How did you get here?" Yoel questioned, a chill running down his spine from the icy demeanor of his boss. An unsettling feeling gripped him. "Is that... Ms. Yates?" Yoel was taken aback. Why was Moe with Ms. Yates? Moreover, why did Ms. Yates seem... drunk? "Hand her over to me," Joshua commanded, his tall figure striding toward Moe. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips pressed into a stern line. "No can do. The boss and I have pressing matters to attend to," Moe rebuffed. "What matters could you possibly attend to at a hotel?" Joshua retorted, a coldness radiating from him. He felt a surge of relief that he had arrived on time. "Don't presume I am ignorant of your evil deeds." Cynthia's trust in her aide ran deep. However, at this moment, this man had betrayed her for money. Moe seemed baffled, and Yoel, too, sensed something was amiss. "Mr. Neal, might there be some misunderstanding here?" "Either you leave, or I will have someone escort you to the police station.
Upon reflection, it seemed as if the boss had perceived a shift in the situation and chosen to leave for the moment. Five minutes later, Joshua and Yoel had escorted Cynthia out of the hotel, smoothly navigating the entire operation without raising any suspicions. Just as Moe was preparing to depart, a man emerged from one of the rooms on the 23rd floor. It was the same man who had previously handed a cheque to Moe. "Mr. Smith, please hold on a moment," the man called out, his voice dripping with cordiality. Turning to glance at the man, Moe's brow furrowed when he recognized the man. "What are you doing here?" he questioned. "I am here, obviously, to see if Mr. Smith has fulfilled his part of the agreement," the man responded with a light smile. "Joshua has taken away Cynthia," Moe informed him. "I am aware. However, this does not matter. Cynthia's relationship with Mr. Neal is not on good terms. Therefore, her trust in you surpasses that which she has in him," the man rep
A flicker of movement was visible in Cynthia's eyes. Nothing to hide? Yoel read the skepticism in her gaze, struggling to keep a smile on his face. "You don't believe me?" "Since there is nothing between you, why did you mention on the phone that day that he'd suffered a romantic setback? You also asked me to reduce his workload and suggested a salary increase," Cynthia questioned her own judgment for the first time. Most importantly, when she asked if it was his fault, Yoel remained silent. "Because..." Yoel's gaze involuntarily shifted toward his boss. Announcing Moe's affections for Ms. Yates now would be like driving a knife into the boss's heart, would it not? Furthermore, Moe had declared it to be a secret crush. If he outed Moe's feelings in front of Ms. Yates now, he'd surely earn Moe's resentment later. "Why are you looking at him?" Cynthia followed Yoel's gaze with a slight frown. "I promised Moe I'd keep this matter confidential. I can't tell you." Yoel's q
Recalling past events filled Joshua with remorse. In a somewhat hoarse voice, he slowly uttered, "I am sorry." Cynthia and Yoel both shared an expression of synchronized confusion. Mustering his courage, Yoel questioned, "Mr. Neal... what was that?" Ms. Yates was discussing serious matters, was she not? "Could you hold your tongue?" Joshua retorted, finding Yoel lately a bit overbearing. Yoel promptly zipped his mouth, kept a smile, and refrained from speaking further. Meanwhile, Cynthia was awaiting Joshua's response. "I was investigating something from the past, which led me to the incident today. So, I came up," Joshua fabricated, trying to sound convincing. Cynthia continued to gaze at him. "You do not believe me?" Joshua queried. "I don't," she declared succinctly, causing discomfort in Joshua. However, his thoughts drifted toward his reaction upon being disbelieved and how Cynthia must have felt when he treated her the same way before. No wonder she detested
Seeing that their boss was about to blurt out something inappropriate again, Yoel quickly changed the topic. "By the way, Ms. Yates, how did you end up there with Moe?" "We were handling business. Acting," Cynthia replied. Yoel had a general understanding of the situation. Only Joshua was there when Cynthia explained earlier, which was why Yoel did not know. Now that he understood, Yoel did not ask any further. "So, where are we going now?" "My place." "My place." Joshua and Cynthia spoke simultaneously. Yoel pressed his lips together, unsure of whose direction to follow. "According to your script, you and Moe are acting, and you're supposed to be unconscious at the moment. Since I've already taken you out, I'll have to take you back to my place," Joshua argued, trying to figure out a way to take her home. "You should take me home," Cynthia countered. "I don't know your home's password," Joshua said, leaving Cynthia speechless. Cynthia furrowed her eyebrows, her u