All Chapters of Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

"We met at a nightclub in Jiverton. It was right after my mom passed away. I was feeling down and went to Jiverton to clear my head. That's where I bumped into him," Cynthia revealed, not feeling the need to hide anything. There was an undercurrent of heartache in Matthew's eyes, undetectable to anyone but himself. He prompted her to go on. "And then?" "I had a couple of drinks, and we started talking," she recalled. Cynthia still remembered their conversation that night. "We found that we shared the same values, and he was knowledgeable about so many things. Plus, he was handsome. So, when he proposed, I agreed." Joshua, at that time, had seemed perfect. He was good-looking, fit, well-educated, and held the same values as hers. Even after their marriage, he had always been extremely patient and gentle with her. He spent most of his time traveling for work or working overtime, but if he made a promise, he would keep it, no matter how busy he was. Facing such a person, she had

Cynthia nodded, getting straight to the point. "How is Matthew doing at the company?" "He's doing well," Moe responded briefly. This surprised Cynthia. Getting a compliment out of Moe was no small feat. "And what would you say are his strengths?" she asked. Upon hearing this, Moe glanced at Cynthia, his expression one of hesitation. Cynthia sat calmly, noticing his reluctance to speak, "What is it?" "I think he would make a good leader. He has performed excellently in the tasks assigned to him, shows unique insight, has a broad perspective, and has not made any mistakes," Moe, after a moment of consideration, shared his opinion. "I see," Cynthia murmured. It seemed Captain was indeed good at everything. Moe quietly waited for her to continue without rushing her. "In that case, let him handle some of the subsidiaries independently. If he proves capable, consider assigning him a role in one of the subsidiaries," Cynthia instructed. "Understood," Moe agreed. In Cynthia

"Other employees bringing breakfast for the boss is normal. But Captain, ask yourself, was your intention of bringing breakfast to Cyn really innocent? You haven't forgotten about that time you gave me a bottle of water and made me run ten kilometers carrying weights, have you?" Alex chimed in. "I also remember the time you brought me food and tripled my training," Linus added. Matthew, seemingly unconcerned, sat there, a challenging undertone in his voice, "Are you criticizing me?" Alex and Linus were taken aback. Damn, they walked right into a trap. "So, are you really going to give Cyn a hard time?" Riley concluded. Before Matthew could respond, Cynthia, who had been listening to their conversation in a dazed state, suddenly sat up. With slightly unfocused eyes, she looked over at him and asked in a soft voice, "Captain, didn't you promise not to hold a grudge? How can you go back on your word?" Perhaps because she was still under the influence of alcohol, her voice and

Riley paused for a moment while typing, and then she stopped worrying. Since Captain was taking such good care of Cynthia, they might as well let him continue. After drinking the honey water, Cynthia sat on the spotless carpet. Her eyes were wide open, reflecting a myriad of unspoken worries. Nighttime was not the right time for decision-making, nor was it suitable for drinking. Even a person as calm and composed as Cynthia could become overwhelmed when confronted with both these factors. Without understanding why, thoughts of Joshua's injury and the serious damage to his central nervous system kept playing in her mind, amplifying her anxiety. "Captain," Cynthia sounded like a child who had lost her way. In her heart, Captain was her guide. He could easily help them with all their practical and psychological problems, leading them forward. Their trust and reliance on him grew without them even noticing. Matthew sat down next to her, casting a glance her way. "What's wrong?"

Seeing that Sean was not speaking up, Cynthia asked again, "Is he conscious at the moment?" "He was awake for a while this morning, but he's back asleep now. I'll let you know when his condition stabilizes a bit more. You can come over then, alright?" Sean relayed, knowing he could not possibly share the real situation with her. "You're hiding something from me," Cynthia stated confidently. Sean held the phone, maintaining a smile. He always knew dealing with K would be challenging. "How could that be? If you don't trust me, you can investigate. With your skills, you should be able to uncover everything," he replied in a tranquil tone, betraying no signs of abnormality. Cynthia fell silent. Sean's hand holding the phone began to sweat. He was gambling on the fact that K would not resort to her hacker skills lightly. The K he knew would only employ such tactics for significant matters. However, if she did use them, she could easily unearth the truth. "How is his external inj