A slight nod from Cynthia was all the confirmation Jimmy needed. He could not help but feel astonished. While Joshua might be able to uncover information hidden by others, anything hidden by Cynthia would be practically impossible to find. The two of them continued their hushed conversation for a little while before Cynthia's phone suddenly vibrated. Seeing that it was a call from Mitchell, she asked Jimmy to watch over Shirley while she stepped out of the room to take the call. However, just as she opened the door to leave the room, she spotted several figures around the corner, and right in the center was Joshua, who had come to Nexuria with her earlier. She quickly retreated and closed the door to the hospital room. "What's wrong?" asked Jimmy, utterly bewildered. Without giving him an explanation, Cynthia walked toward the balcony of the room with her phone. Meanwhile, Joshua, who had caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the hallway, stopped in front of Shirley's hosp

"Sis, what's wrong?" Shirley noticed the change in her expression. "Nothing. You just get some rest." Cynthia's eyes darkened slightly as she stood up with her phone. "I'm going to make a call." Shirley simply nodded. Cynthia stepped out into the hallway and dialed her father's number. Mr. Yates answered quickly, as always. "Cyn." "When did he tell you?" Cynthia got straight to the point, with no beating around the bush. "Just now." Mr. Yates did not hide anything from her. "Nexuria's director called my secretary, saying Joshua is very interested in Yates Group's new project and wants to discuss it." Cynthia pondered the situation. Her intuition told her that things were not as simple as they seemed. "Can you refuse?" "Not really." Mr. Yates spoke from a business perspective and explained his reasoning, "If I refuse, Joshua might become suspicious." "When are you meeting?" "The Neal Group suggested for us to meet tomorrow, but it depends on my schedule." "If i

Being the heir to Yates Group was too exhausting; she just wanted to find someone to truly love and spend her life with, building a happy home through their combined efforts. Even without the status of the Yates Group heir, her net worth was comparable to Joshua's. Before their divorce, she wanted the marriage to end the way it began, as Cynthia. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to tell Old Man Yates about it. If she did not tell him, he would surely give himself away due to surprise when Joshua brought her to meet him the next day. "What?" Mr. Yates was stunned, his mind unable to process the information for a moment. "Why is he bringing you to meet me?" "He wants to test my identity," Cynthia replied bluntly. In truth, that was not Joshua's real goal. His true intention was to find out if Cynthia would make a phone call to contact Chairman Yates after learning about the situation. If she did, it would mean she was telling the truth. If not, she was just making stuff up.

When they reached a fork in the road, Mr. Cheyne went in the correct direction, while Joshua deliberately went the wrong way. He wanted to see how Cynthia would choose. In truth, Cynthia would not choose at all. Regardless of whether she knew or not, between Joshua and Mr. Cheyne, she would unhesitatingly choose Mr. Cheyne. This was what Joshua had taught her. "Boss..." Yoel noticed his boss going the wrong way and stopped, calling out, "Mrs. Neal's room is this way; you've gone the wrong way." Joshua turned back, and the three continued walking. Joshua focused on Cynthia, who had been calm from the beginning. "How did you know this was the right way?" "Because Mr. Cheyne is leading," Cynthia replied, silencing all of his suspicions. Joshua fell silent while a panicked Mr. Cheyne worried that his boss might suspect something improper between him and Mrs. Neal. After all, he was the one who accompanied her shopping, made dinner reservations, and picked her up when she went out. Wh

"I remember when I was in elementary school, I fell down the stairs because someone pushed me. At that time, you even went to check the surveillance footage with the police..." Shirley continued, speaking earnestly. As Shirley spoke, she became more serious. Mr. Yates realized that if he continued to pretend not to remember, he might reveal more. So he followed her lead, feigning realization, "Are you talking about Cynthia?" "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Shirley was ecstatic. "You're that Cynthia?" Mr. Yates asked Cynthia standing next to Joshua, seeking confirmation of her identity. Cynthia had not expected the two of them to be such good actors. She responded with a faint, "Mhm." "Cynthia, is that really you?!" Shirley was thrilled, not giving away any hints of deception. "I'm Shirley, the little girl with short hair who fell into the pond, and you saved me when we were kids. Do you remember?" "I remember." Cynthia nodded. How could she forget? That rascal had snuck away to pic