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
Cynthia paused for a moment before responding calmly, "He won't take advantage of me." Joshua was skilled, but she believed they would be evenly matched if it came to an actual fight between them. She would not be at a disadvantage. "Men will do everything they can to get what they want, especially when you're dealing with someone like Joshua," Moe warned, forgetting entirely about Cynthia's fighting prowess and treating her like a damsel in distress. Cynthia did not quite know how to respond. After a moment of silence, she decided, "I'll have Jimmy pick me up later. You go home first." "Alright," Moe agreed quickly. Watching her end the call, Joshua could feel a cold sensation creeping up his spine. Was she leaving? "You're leaving?" he questioned. "Yes," Cynthia answered nonchalantly. She dialed Jimmy's contact and gave him instructions and an address before hanging up. Seeing Cynthia arrange all this, Joshua felt a huge weight pressing down on his chest, making br
Yoel glanced at Joshua through the rearview mirror and ventured, "If you don't want to let Ms. Yates go, why don't you ask her to stay?" "You think it's that easy?" Joshua retorted. If asking her to stay would help, he would have done it a long time ago. Yoel touched his nose, chose to stay silent, and concentrated on driving. "Didn't you say Moe was working as an assistant at another company? Why is he with Cynthia now?" Joshua finally started to think. "I'm not entirely sure. He said his previous boss is on vacation, and he's currently working part-time for Ms. Yates," Yoel honestly confessed. "And if you were in his shoes, would you take on a part-time job?" Joshua's tone grew colder, his gaze darker. Yoel, noticing Joshua's expression, decided to answer honestly, "No, I wouldn't." He would also take time off if his boss were on vacation. Regardless, he would still receive his salary, whether he worked or not. Most importantly, Moe was not in need of money. He'd saved
"You really don't know?!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Know what?" Cynthia inquired. "It's nothing. I didn't say anything." Jimmy began but then cut himself off. "I'll give you a supercar." "Cynthia, it's not about the car." "Two limited-edition models, just for you." "Mitchell said he wouldn't tell you for now." "How about three?" "Captain's coming back." Cynthia perked up instantly, straightening in her seat. "Where did you get this news?" "From Mitchell. He really didn't tell you? I thought he was joking." Jimmy revealed before spilling all the news. Cynthia could hardly remain calm. If Captain was coming back, could it be to settle scores with her? "What's the matter?" Jimmy asked, steering the car into the parking lot of his apartment complex. Cynthia rubbed her temples, her heart still harboring a sliver of unease. "It's nothing." She and Jimmy alighted from the car. A little while later, after climbing the stairs and gulping down a glass of water to soothe he
"When is Captain coming back?" Cynthia continued to ask nonchalantly, not showing any signs of discomfort about the potential exposure. Mitchell chuckled softly. "I do not know." Cynthia questioned, "You really do not?" "I truly do not. He only mentioned that he would return in a while. No specific time was given." Mitchell was not concealing anything from her. Cynthia fell silent. No wonder Captain had told her during their last call that they would discuss matters when they meet. From the other end of the line, Mitchell started to guess, "Did you do something behind Captain's back?" Cynthia was speechless. Why did everyone react this way? "No. If he tells you when he is coming back, let me know in advance. I need to prepare." Cynthia stuck to her answer. "Prepare to run away?" Mitchell's slow, deep voice traveled through the phone. Cynthia remained silent. Dealing with someone she was close to was never easy. "If you truly did something to offend Captain, I sug
A crease formed instantly between Cynthia's brows. "Hold them back. I will be there shortly." "Understood!" Upon hanging up, Cynthia sent Moe a quick message explaining she had to attend to something urgent. She then got in her car and headed toward the place where Ellora resided. Meanwhile, at Ellora's location. After having breakfast, she was enjoying a walk when she noticed a large group heading toward her. However, considering the distance, she thought nothing of it, assuming it was probably someone's bodyguard out for a morning run. After all, the area where she lived was Nexuria's infamous luxury villa district. Ten minutes later, just as she was about to enter the house after her walk and enjoy some piano music, she saw people approaching. It was then that she recognized who the visitors were. Chyler and his entourage attempted to force their way in, but the bodyguards Cynthia had arranged for Ellora stopped them in their tracks. The head bodyguard immediately dialed
"Do you not believe me?" Chyler was hurt by her response. "Does it matter if I believe you or not? Your attempt to force me to kill our child was real, wasn't it?" Ellora intentionally kept the conversation going to buy time until Cynthia could arrive and resolve the situation. Chyler fell silent. Indeed, he was at fault for that incident. However, he still felt the need to explain. "Talia told me that your health was not fit for pregnancy. That's why I took such drastic measures." "Is the fate of my child to be decided by someone else? Don't you find that ridiculous?" Ellora always had a way of hitting the crux of the matter. "Ellora..." "I won't be going back with you. Just leave," she interrupted. "You know my temperament well. You should be aware of the consequences when I'm pushed into a corner." Chyler, seeing that gentle persuasion was not working, was ready to take a different approach. Ellora seemed unfazed. With a slight smile, her gaze met his. "You're still