All Chapters of Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

"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

"Are you sure it's adorable, not scary?" "You really don’t have anything nice to say about me, do you?" "Cynthia, look at Shirley. She doesn’t allow us to speak the truth!" "Sis! Jimmy's bullying me!" Watching the two playful figures, Cynthia tousled Shirley's hair and, with a hint of a smile, said, "Whatever Shirley makes is the most adorable thing in the world." "Did you hear that, you tasteless brute?" Shirley and Jimmy were always at odds. Jimmy merely grunted. Amidst the cheerful atmosphere, everyone made their way to the dinner area. In an outdoor venue, a lavish dinner was already spread out on the table, and in the middle of the table was a cake. More precisely, a cake that was a miniature version of Cynthia's Bailey pillow. That night, Cynthia had a wonderful time. After dinner, everyone gathered to chat. Looking around at the six people surrounding her, she felt incredibly happy and suddenly said, "Tell me your wishes, and I'll make them come true." "We wish

After a brief silence, Ellora decided to take Cynthia's advice. "Alright." "Take care of your pregnancy. Ignore everything about the Young family. You only need to think about whether you like the child and if you are ready to be a mother." Cynthia hoped she would take good care of herself. "Cynthia," Ellora sounded a little choked up. "Yes?" Cynthia always had a gentle tone with girls. "Thank you." "You're welcome," Cynthia replied, then added, "After your divorce from Chyler, I can arrange a new residence for you, switch you to a new agency, and keep you away from everything related to the Young family." "Alright," Ellora agreed. After offering some comforting words, Cynthia hung up the phone. Pregnant women need to be surrounded by love. What Chyler could not offer to Ellora, Cynthia could. Life does not have to be filled with romance to be worth living. Family, friendship, and a strong sense of self can make life wonderful. After ending the call, she continued to ba

The three of them entered the small villa that Jonathan had given to Mandy. Jonathan had provided all they needed and even hired a housekeeper and a cook for them. As they entered, the tantalizing aroma of food filled the air. Before long, Mandy emerged, carrying a pot of soup. "Jonathan, you're here. Please sit down. The meal is ready. We can start eating." She placed the soup on the table, her eyes filled with warmth and joy. Michelle ushered them to their seats and added, "My mom made all of these dishes herself. They're all her specialties." "Don't we have a cook?" Jonathan asked, perplexed. He had specifically hired a cook for them, hoping to improve their meals and provide balanced nutrition. "I gave the cook a day off. You rarely visit, and I wanted you to eat the food I prepared," Mandy said gently. The simplicity of her words induced a wave of guilt within Jonathan. Recently, he realized he had seldom visited this place. "Come, come, let's eat," Mandy called to

"Am I right?" Cynthia questioned calmly. "I know you have taken a dislike to me, Cynthia. However, there is no need for such malevolent conjectures about Michelle and myself. I am merely pursuing a simple romantic relationship with your father, devoid of any hidden interests," Mandy replied. "Is that so?" Cynthia challenged. "Yes," Mandy affirmed, her tone full of sincerity. "In that case, I will not interfere with your marriage to my father. You both can plan a time to get the marriage certificate." Cynthia declined to continue the argument. Mandy was stunned. She had not expected this to be this quick. Mandy had been facing severe interrogation moments ago, and now, after merely uttering a few sentences, Cynthia had granted them permission to obtain their marriage certificate. This was not the reaction she had expected from someone who seemed unlikely to trust her easily. "Why are you staring at me?" Cynthia questioned lightly, clearly noticing the effectiveness of her