Was it not Cynthia who had persuaded him? Moses, burning with curiosity, stepped up to him and whispered in his ear, "What have you been up to? Finding women?" Joshua shot him a sideways glance. He also noticed that the joy Old Man Neal had expressed at seeing him had gradually faded. "Why waste your time on all this. If you don't want to return, then don't. This house is big enough without him," Old Man Neal huffed dismissively, revealing his stubborn yet tender heart. He was visibly upset. In the past, no matter how busy he was, Joshua, that brat, would call him monthly to check in and would always return home early for the New Year to keep him company. Now, not only had he not heard from him in months, Joshua had returned home without telling anyone and acted like a lord, standing there arrogantly. This brat definitely needed a lesson. "I didn't want to come back either. It was him who forced me," Joshua retorted, proving he was not the same person he used to be. He co
"Are you still angry?" Old Man Neal spoke with a deep voice, resembling a gentle elder at that moment. Joshua's attitude softened, though a tinge of bitterness lingered in his words. "I'm not angry, I just don't understand why you asked me to come back when it's clear you're not welcoming." "We did not unwelcome your return. You're the most accomplished child in our family. This is how we've always interacted, it was my mistake not to notice your unhappiness," Old Man Neal answered slowly, his concern evident. Joshua's expression showed a hint of surprise. His grandfather... truly seemed to care about him. Cynthia had not lied. "Could you tell me what happened?" Old Man Neal inquired gently, hoping to have a heart-to-heart conversation. Adhering to Cynthia's request to maintain his former personality, Joshua was sparing with his words. "No." "It's because of Cynthia, isn't it?" The words escaped Old Man Neal's lips. Joshua looked over at him again. Old Man Neal was pickin
"Really." Daphne felt her husband was being overly cunning. Just as she was thinking of another way to interrogate him, Felix embraced her, his touch extremely gentle and tinged with an enticing aura. Daphne could never resist him when he was like this. After comforting his wife, Felix sought out Joshua. Having just returned and causing his wife to worry, he ought to give Joshua a good talking-to. When he found Joshua, Joshua was on the phone with Cynthia, likely complaining about being reprimanded upon his return, expressing how upset he was. "Cynthia, can you come and pick me up earlier? I'm really not happy here." Joshua's attitude had done a complete one-eighty. "Really now?" Felix stood outside the door, his voice casual. Joshua furrowed his brows. His instincts were telling him this man was about to spoil his plan. "Your grandfather and Cynthia are quite close. If I tell Cynthia about the attitude you just displayed toward your grandfather, what do you think will ha
"Brother, what's this...?" Moses glanced at Joshua's phone, then back at Joshua. Joshua tensed up. Almost instantaneously, he knew he had been caught. "None of your business. True gentlemen don't speak while watching a game of chess. Don't interrupt us," Old Man Neal said without offering him much chance to speak, his face set in a stern expression. Moses threw Joshua a few more glances. Joshua offered him a cursory glance, then continued his game, showing no signs of panic. His composure was exemplary. Moses, although curious, did not press. Instead, he sat down to the side, intending to discuss this intriguing development after the game had ended. Using an app to cheat? This was not his brother's style at all. Joshua did not play for long against Old Man Neal. After only three games, he found an excuse to stop playing. The reason was simple. His phone's battery had died. "What's wrong with you today?" Old Man Neal, eyeing the pieces on the board, furrowed his
Moses was utterly confused, wondering if his brother had developed some kind of delusional disorder. "Keep this from Grandpa and Mom. I'll tell them after I win Cynthia back," Joshua begrudgingly added, considering what their father had instructed earlier. He had not mentioned their father though. "Does Dad know?" "Mmhmm," Joshua admitted, not concealing the truth. Reflecting on their father's unchanged demeanor in recent times, Moses had to admit the old fox had hidden things well, revealing no anomalies whatsoever. As they were having this conversation, the butler approached. "Sir, Mr. Young is here." "Refuse him." Joshua's rejection was immediate, not even a moment's thought given. According to what Cynthia had previously shared with him, this Chyler was a complete cad. If he associated too much with the likes of Chyler, Cynthia would certainly think he was still the same untrustworthy person he had once been. He had to maintain a distance. However, Chyler simply str
Ellora was a person who cherished emotions deeply. Accepting money would only make her feel as if the deficits in her love life could be wiped clean with cash. Hence, she opted for nothing at all, standing firm on her resolve. To some, this might seem foolish. They believe Chyler owes her, and there is nothing wrong with taking the marital assets. Yet, Ellora could not cross that line within herself; she merely desired to sever all ties with Chyler. As for Cynthia, with her excellent family background and substantial wealth, she was distinct from Ellora in many ways. Even if the news came out one day, no one would dare to criticize her, given her status. Regrettably, Chyler did not understand. He thought Ellora still hated him and refused to accept anything from him. "What, she doesn't want your money, and you just don't give it to her?" Joshua mocked coldly. Though he felt shameful about his past actions, at least he had given Cynthia 200,000,000 USD, along with a house and car.
Could it be Yoel? "I have other matters to attend to. As you wish." Joshua said, standing up. His face was carefully composed, but inside, he was his usual self. "Wait!" "Yes?" Chyler's fists clenched, his eyes burning with anger. He steeled himself, his voice filled with gritted determination, "Big brother." Joshua nearly cringed at the sound. Disgusting indeed. Seeing Chyler's reluctance, he replied, "If you're going to sound like that, you might as well not." "Big brother!" Chyler repeated, his words brimming with contempt. Joshua finally found some sense of accomplishment. He wondered if Cynthia would praise him if she found out. "Three times." "Big brother," Chyler repeated, each word filled with more loathing than the last. "Continue." "That was three times already!" "The first one was so reluctant, can it even count?" "Big brother!" Chyler's anger grew. 'Joshua, just you wait. Once I sort out Ellora's situation, it's your turn.' "Can you tell me now
"Can't you covertly help her rise to the top? As for her dreams, they don't conflict with making money." Joshua did not feel like talking to him anymore. Chyler clenched his fists. If it were not for Joshua making sense, he would have given him a good scolding for acting so smug. "You talk as if you're a genius. Have you forgotten about your divorce with Cynthia over Jayleen?" With a plan in hand, Chyler did not care about offending Joshua anymore. "So?" Joshua asked nonchalantly. "Who was it that regretted so much it was pathetic?" Chyler scoffed. Watching Chyler's smug expression, Joshua replied calmly, "You better watch your tone when speaking to me. If I get annoyed, I might just reveal your upcoming plans to Ellora. You wouldn't want her to know, right?" Chyler sighed in exasperation. "Moreover, I did regret it, but Cynthia has already forgiven me and even let me move into her house." Joshua felt this was his most triumphant moment yet. "Impossible!" Chyler blurted