Semua Bab Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money: Bab 531 - Bab 540

If he upset her, his future could indeed be bleak. Yves, having caught his reaction, gave Sean a sidelong glance. Sean's mind worked fast. As soon as Yves looked his way, he knew he had given himself away. "Tell her that I will certainly not keep anything from her. Whatever she wants to know, I will report. I just hope she can keep her promise." "What promise?" Yves was quite concerned about Cynthia. For him, Cynthia was a friend and a sister. Although she was K, in his heart, she was just an ordinary girl with a pure heart and an innocent personality. "Nothing much. Safe travels." Sean voluntarily withdrew from the passenger seat. Yves kept his gaze fixated on him. Sean had always been somewhat timid around Yves. Given the predicament with K weighing heavily on his mind, Sean quickly conceded, "I assure you, it's nothing!" However, Yves continued to stare. "Joshua doesn't want anything to do with her. However, she wanted to know about him, so she offered me a hundred

Cynthia was simply trying to shield Daphne and Old Man Neal from worry. After exiting the Neal Group's building, she retreated to her car. She leaned her head against the backrest and allowed her mind to wander aimlessly. Only today did she discover from Yoel what Yves had meant by Joshua's fever episode before the most recent one. She never imagined her forgiveness would trigger such a potent emotional shock in Joshua. Even less did she anticipate that he had been in the hospital beset by a high fever and receiving intravenous therapy on the day she had told him about her impending kidnap. His prolonged fever and a night spent in the cold seaside breeze without relief exacerbated his condition. Without this unfortunate sequence of events, the gunshot wound he later suffered might not have had such devastating consequences. As she dwelled on these thoughts, Cynthia felt a heaviness press upon her chest. She was at a loss as to how things had spiraled to this point. If she had kno

Throughout the flight, she reveled in the immersive experience. Matthew remained not far from her. A slight smile curved his thin lips, a look of relief reflected in his dark eyes. The weather was perfect that day, and Cynthia enjoyed a full two hours of flight. By the end of it, all the burdens she had been carrying seemed to dissipate. She had come to a complete understanding. "No kidding. Where did you find her? She's so attractive, and her flying skills are impressive. Does she have a sister? Can you introduce me?" said the handsome young coach, seizing the opportunity to gossip with Matthew after taking off his gear. "Even if she had one, it's none of your business," Matthew replied slowly, his lips barely moving. The young coach draped an arm around Matthew's shoulders. "Come on. Given our close relationship, would you really leave me to lead a lonely life?" Catching Cynthia walking over out of the corner of his eye, Matthew casually retorted, "Her sister isn't into old

"Cyn, it's normal for a man to have an ego, especially Captain. When he invites you over for dinner, just accept. It might make him feel better about himself," Mitchell insisted. "Are you serious?" Cynthia found this hard to believe. To her knowledge, Captain was not such a man. However, Mitchell's words did seem to hold some logic. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Linus and the others. Just don't mention it's about Captain," Mitchell suggested, further advancing his ploy. Cynthia nodded, and they chatted a bit more before ending the video call. She sat in contemplation, recalling past events, and eventually concluded that Captain did indeed have a strong ego. She did not delve into this thought further, though. Considering Captain's earlier mention of a group message, she accessed their eight-member chat group, where Captain was also a member. She typed a reply, "I'm free recently. Anytime for a meetup is fine." Her obligations toward Sean's observation under Joshua's d

"What's there to listen to? At your age, you have no girlfriend, and all you do is eat and drink at my expense, and you dare provoke me," Mrs. Green was relentless in her pursuit, adamant to set him straight. "I'm innocent!" Zayn was hopping and jumping around the living room. "Hahaha!" An identical voice resounded from his phone, mocking him with laughter. Zayn knew perfectly well that Matthew had set him up. He slammed his phone onto the floor to avoid angering his mother further, shattering it into pieces. Thankfully, the voice stopped. He exhaled a heavy breath, grateful that there was nothing significant on his phone. "Mom, I..." Smack! The feather duster landed on his body. Zayn hopped up, his comical facial expression distorted in pain. "Ouch!" His hair flopped down over his forehead as he winced. "You dare break things in front of me?" Mrs. Green swung the duster at him again. Zayn knew his mother's temper all too well; the best strategy now was to admit his