All Chapters of Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Since leaving school, the friends she made have been, to put it mildly, insincere. However, Ellora was a true exception. Even before she regained her identity, she was always there for her, treating her exceptionally well. Now even though she knew her identity as Cynthia, Ellora's attitude toward her has not changed one bit. After ending her conversation with Ellora, she dialed Old Man Tanz's number. Upon learning that it was her calling, Old Man Tanz was overjoyed. He chatted with her about his day-to-day life over the phone and was even more thrilled to hear that Cynthia was coming to see him. "I will await you. Whenever it is, as long as it's you, I am always available." Old Man Tanz's voice was stern yet filled with affection for Cynthia. Hearing him say this, Cynthia touched her nose. Suddenly, she felt a bit guilty about Old Man Tanz's enthusiasm. He was eagerly welcoming her, yet she was coming to deliver bad news... "Then, let's meet on the sixth of next month." Cynthia

"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

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

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

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