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
Chyler had originally wanted to confront Joshua, but his newfound knowledge had shifted the balance of power. "How did you manage to get along so well with Cynthia? Could you share some advice?" he asked. He was not asking for a reunion, just for Ellora to forgive him and treat him kindly. "No. You handle your business, I've got things to do," came Joshua's curt response. Not waiting for a reaction, Joshua rose from his seat and left, not forgetting Cynthia's recent words. Shirley and the others. This suggested that besides her sister, others were accompanying Cynthia on her shopping trip. He wondered if Matthew from next door was there. After ending the call, Cynthia resumed her shopping with Shirley and the others. The sisters walked side by side while Matthew and Zachary trailed a bit behind them. "Cynthia, who called you?" Shirley asked as they continued shopping. "Joshua." "Didn't he go back? Why is he calling you?" Shirley had little love for her former brother-in-l
"I get it. I'm not misunderstanding. Just relax and go. I'll handle everything else," Shirley said with a naive and innocent smile on her face. Cynthia did not say anything, but she knew Shirley was definitely misunderstanding. "You can come to my place at noon on the 29th. As long as they see you, whether we have lunch or not doesn't matter," Matthew offered, not wanting to put Cynthia in a difficult position. "Really?" asked Cynthia. If this were true, it would indeed be the best choice. Matthew simply nodded in agreement. Once the matter was settled, the four of them began their dinner. Zachary took meticulous care of Shirley throughout the meal, often serving her the dishes she wanted even before she reached out for them. His attention to detail made Cynthia feel a bit inadequate. Sometimes, she wondered whether her future brother-in-law's spoiling of Shirley would lead to her becoming spoiled. However, she quickly dismissed the thought. Shirley had always been indep
"Cyn…" Jonathan was somewhat flustered. He had not anticipated Cynthia's return on this particular day. Would Cyn misunderstand? He had only allowed them in as a last resort... "Yes. Busy?" Cynthia looked up and walked over with Shirley. From their vantage point, they could not see into the living room. "Not really. Mandy and the others said they had some business with me. Considering the heavy snow outside, I allowed them in to talk." Jonathan still did not know why Cynthia and Shirley had come. Cynthia paused for a moment. The bodyguards had clearly said that their father initially tried to stop the women from entering. The bodyguards would not lie to her, so her father must have left out that detail after failing to prevent their entry. "I see." Cynthia nodded. "You are not upset, are you?" Jonathan was inwardly anxious. "I'm not upset, as long as they don't stay for dinner or spend the night here," Cynthia responded, before adding, "Dad." "Huh?" Jonathan was a littl
If Cynthia had not returned unexpectedly back then, none of this would have happened, and their lives might not be as they are now. "Cynthia, Shirley," Michelle greeted them first, starkly contrasting her previously brash attitude. Cynthia and Shirley both responded politely but with noticeable coldness. Mandy's anxiety escalated. Sometimes she wondered why Cynthia, merely a woman in her twenties, seemed to have a stronger aura than even Jonathan. Whenever Cynthia was present, Mandy struggled to keep her thoughts and feelings hidden. This time was no different. "Have you eaten yet? Let's have dinner first," Mandy asked, attempting to change the topic and ease the tension. "Thank you for your concern, Madam Quinn. You go ahead and discuss with father. We know how to feed ourselves. Please, continue with your business," Shirley said, knowing her elder sister was not fond of small talk. Mandy looked awkward, and Jonathan offered her no additional chance for small talk. He cut s