"Hmm." The conversation between them was exceptionally brief. Joshua, today, was in no mood for much talk, and the usual banter he enjoyed with Yoel was missing. Yoel felt a touch of sympathy for him. Even though Joshua was indeed reaping what he had sown, Yoel could not help but feel sorry for him. "Should we inform Ms. Yates about this? It seems that she is investigating this as well," Yoel queried. "For now, let us keep it quiet. Once I have resolved everything, you can tell her. Consider it... a form of restitution on my part," Joshua replied, a plan forming in his mind. He knew that, given Cynthia's abilities, she could easily get to the bottom of the matter. However, he wanted to handle this personally. After all, Samantha's actions had repeatedly exacerbated his conflict with Cynthia until they ended up strangers. "Understood," Yoel acknowledged. That very night, Joshua invited Yiordan, who was filming in Nexuria, for a drink. Within the confines of a private room in
"Go and apologize to her sincerely. Try to make amends as much as you can," suggested Yiordan, who had always thought about things rationally. "She won't accept it. Besides, she doesn't need my apologies," responded Joshua. "Whether she accepts it or not is her business. If you feel you've done wrong, you should apologize," Yiordan stated gently. Joshua remained silent, his mind seemingly elsewhere. "Or is it that you're hoping to win her back?" "She won't give me that chance." As Joshua spoke, Yiordan could see a change in his demeanor. What had happened between them? Joshua set his drink aside, reclining against the back of the sofa, his gaze fixated on the faintly lit ceiling. His emotions seemed to have reached a tipping point, demanding release. "Joshua," called Yiordan, concerned. He had never seen Joshua so fragile, as though he were a porcelain doll, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. With a blink, Joshua hid his tumultuous emotions behind closed eyes. O
Yoel escorted the two of them home. While Yiordan was in the bathroom, Joshua, who was lounging on the sofa, called Yoel over, not particularly enthusiastic. Yoel looked very innocent. "Mr. Neal, what's up?" "What did you mean by what you said in the car?" "Just what it sounded like." "Who told you that's what I was thinking?" "Aren't you convinced that Ms. Yates wouldn't leave you because of your good looks?" Yoel said honestly. Joshua was silent. He did not want to see Yoel anymore. "The door is to the right, I don't want to see you right now." "Alright." Yoel turned around and left. Joshua stared at the closed door, his chest filled with a jumble of emotions. Maybe it was the liquid courage, or maybe something else. He took out his phone and opened Cynthia's WhatsApp. He typed in [I'm sorry] but hesitated before sending it. In the end, he deleted it and sent a [Are you there?] instead. He waited a few minutes, but it felt like centuries. When Cynthia did
"You are expected to manage the company next year. If you don't come to the team-building event and get to know the management, you won't know who's in charge of what later." Kendrick casually dropped a significant bombshell on her. Cynthia was dumbfounded. "Who told you I was going to manage the company?" "Uncle Jonathan, he has already decided to hand the company over to you," Kendrick replied nonchalantly. Cynthia furrowed her brows. Had she not made it clear that she would not manage the company? "Aren't you managing it quite well?" "Who wouldn't want a bit of freedom in life? Tell me, for how long have I been managing this for you? Do I not deserve to find love and get married?" Kendrick said seriously. Cynthia responded earnestly, "The company's affairs aren't that burdensome." "If you attend the team-building event tomorrow, I might consider helping you manage for another year. Come or not, it's up to you." "Understood." With that, Cynthia ended the call. It wa
The situation compelled her to ponder what other roles Cynthia might secretly hold. Why was her information so thoroughly concealed? However, on Cynthia's end, she was oblivious to these thoughts, and even if she were aware, it was doubtful that she would care much. After departing, they headed directly to the vacation villa Kendrick had mentioned. By the time they arrived, it was past three in the afternoon. No sooner had Moe parked the car than they heard someone calling, "Cynthia?" Cynthia was slightly taken aback. She glanced to her side to see Chyler just getting out of his car. Without waiting for her to speak, Chyler opened his car door again, fetched something, and started walking toward her. "Good that you are here. I have something to discuss with you." "Go on," Cynthia responded in her usual terse manner. "I'd like to have a thorough discussion about Ellora," Chyler stated, lifting the divorce agreement in his hand. "Alright," Cynthia consented. So, Chyler led Cy
For his barrage of questions, Cynthia only had four words, "She is my friend." "So what if she's your friend?" Chyler was dismissive. "Would you think that Joshua and Yiordan are friends with you because of money? If they both hit rock bottom one day, will you stop associating with them?" Cynthia said. "I am not that kind of person," Chyler retorted. Cynthia fell silent, simply maintaining eye contact with him. She had been working hard, learning, and earning money so that she could help her friends when they encountered difficulties in the future without having to rely on her family. Now, she has achieved that goal. Ellora was a person worth helping. "Friendships without benefits tend to last longer. The disparity between your family background and Ellora's is too great. Over time, problems between the two of you will arise," Chyler continued. "None of the issues you worry about will ever occur between me and Ellora. You just need to divorce her and then leave her alone,"
What a shame that such a wonderful girl had to encounter someone like Chyler. Moe's gaze rested on Cynthia, a hint of something more lurking in his otherwise cool eyes. "I feel the same," he said. "Hmm?" "I feel bad for you." The four words were spoken with utter sincerity. His boss, Cynthia, deserved nothing but the best. A surprise flitted across Cynthia's face, quickly followed by a soft smile. Her heart warmed. "Boss," Moe intoned each time he addressed her with such gravity. "What is it?" Cynthia asked. "Although I have said it before, I would like to offer you some advice. If you ever decide to get married, please consider all aspects. Ideally, let me help you screen your prospects," Moe began. "Alright," Cynthia agreed. At her acquiescence, a subtle shift appeared in Moe's mood, yet it faded as quickly as it appeared, replaced with his usual cool demeanor. Without any further delay, they made their way to the location arranged by Kendrick. It was a leisurely ho
"Right," began Mitchell, adjusting his glasses to make himself look more sophisticated. "Moe, what made you decide to become Cyn's assistant in the first place?" Caught off guard, Moe looked somewhat stunned, as if he had never expected Mitchell to pose this question. However, he quickly regained composure and replied, "The boss was hiring." It was an impeccable answer, leaving no room for criticism. Mitchell raised his eyebrows, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, but he said nothing more. Cynthia found his reaction puzzling, unable to fathom the point he was trying to make. She chose not to probe further and continued chatting casually. As evening approached and the sky began to darken, Kendrick glanced at his watch and announced, "You all carry on. I need to prepare something." It was the main event of the evening, and he did not want anything to go wrong. Cynthia, without giving it much thought, let him proceed. Once Kendrick left, Cynthia finally asked the question she