Semua Bab Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money: Bab 441 - Bab 450

After all, Mandy had always treated them with sincerity. Cynthia watched the scene unfold but chose not to interfere further. She merely told Jonathan, "Shirley and I will be heading home. You two can continue your conversation." "Alright," Jonathan agreed without hesitation, aware that this matter necessitated an in-depth discussion. Misunderstandings between him and Mandy were trivial. However, his beloved Cynthia should not be misunderstood. Once Cynthia and Shirley had left in the car, Shirley wasted no time in asking, "What did you two talk about? Why did Madam Mandy have such a strong reaction?" Cynthia made no attempt to hide the details, summarizing her conversation with Mandy. Five minutes later, Shirley had pieced together the situation. "So, she was just pretending in front of Dad? Why, though? She was never like this before." Shirley appeared to be stunned by the revelation, having never expected this side of Mandy. "Personal interests are the ultimate test of chara

"Why didn't you tell me?" Old Man Tanz seemed genuinely hurt. He was fond of this young girl. And yet! She had neglected to share such a major life event, her marriage, with him. "I was in a secret marriage. Not only were you unaware, but my grandfather and father were kept in the dark too." Cynthia halted her chess move and attempted to soothe the old man. Old Man Tanz was even more bewildered. Who could have married Cynthia and failed to inform her family about it? It was beyond absurd! "Who was this man?" Old Man Tanz's indignation flared up on Cynthia's behalf, seething with rage. "I must give him a good lesson!" "It's in the past. I've ended things with him." "That's not acceptable. You must tell me who it is." Cynthia fell silent. She was not sure what to say. She knew that Joshua and Old Man Tanz were acquainted and quite friendly at that. Telling Old Man Tanz about the identity of her ex might not go well. "Don't you consider me as family?" Old Man Tan

At this point, Old Man Tanz stopped guessing and just looked at Cynthia, waiting for her to speak. If he were to keep guessing, he would be led further astray. "Let's talk about it after lunch. There's no rush," Cynthia said, not wanting to spoil the old man's appetite. Old Man Tanz sighed deliberately. "If you don't tell me, I'll keep thinking about it. When I have something on my mind, I lose my appetite. I doubt I'll feel like eating lunch." Cynthia sighed inwardly. Deciding not to beat around the bush any longer, she bluntly said, "It's about Samantha." "Samantha?" Old Man Tanz perked up instantly. He thought about the matter Joshua had brought to him a few days ago. Could it be that both were referring to the same issue? Cynthia replied, "Yes." She stood up, went to fetch the documents from her bag, and after mentally preparing herself, handed them over to Old Man Tanz. "She has made many mistakes. Please, try to remain calm after reading these." Old Man Tanz too

However, when she saw the man standing behind her, her mind blanked for a few seconds, a string of question marks flashing in her head. 'Captain?' "You, young man. I thought you weren't coming." Old Man Tanz broke her stupor. "I always keep my promises." Matthew's deep voice was quite pleasing to the ear, complementing his tall and handsome stature. "Alright, stop with the formalities. I'll go check if the meal is ready. You two chat." Old Man Tanz did not intend to play gooseberry here. Matthew nodded slightly, an air of nobility surrounding him. "Alright." Once Old Man Tanz left, silence fell over the area. Cynthia was not usually one to shy away. She had been perfectly calm when she met Joshua's parents. However, this time, she genuinely felt timid. "Do you always get this nervous seeing me?" Matthew observed her state, his tone teasing. Cynthia stayed silent. How could she not be nervous? Matthew gestured to the seat Old Man Tanz had just vacated. "Sit." Cynthia c

"Hmm, I'm turning thirty next month. I can't very well tell people on blind dates that I'm unemployed," Matthew responded. His eyes were pale, and his words were so ambiguous that it was hard to discern whether he was serious or joking. His simple statement caused Cynthia to worry on his behalf. She blurted out, "You're right. You are not getting any younger." Matthew laughed, seeming amused. This girl. Was she implying he was old? "Well, I'm not as young and energetic as you," Matthew responded nonchalantly. Cynthia quickly explained, "That's not what I meant." "You don't think I'm old? Hmm," Matthew chuckled lightly. Cynthia was not very good at flattery, but at this moment, she mustered up a compliment anyway. "Being a man near thirty, you don't look old at all." "You're a bad liar." "Captain..." Matthew moved his bishop. "Cynthia, checkmate." Only then did Cynthia snap back to reality. Looking at the chessboard in front of her, she felt for the umpteenth time th