Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 16

“Jayleen and Mitchell are two completely different people. Don’t use him to tarnish Jayleen. I’m warning you one last time, if you want to have a better life after the divorce, stay away from him,” Joshua said, his words harsher than before.

Cynthia grabbed her phone and left the room. She could not believe she’d fallen in love and gotten married on a whim to someone like Joshua. How could she have been so reckless?

Joshua watched Cynthia retreat to her room and gently close the door, with a fire burning in his chest. She could not stand being here another second or more accurately, she could not stand being around Joshua any longer. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She gazed at the greenery outside the window for a moment before picking up her phone and making a call. Her tone was casual and indifferent. “Hello, is this Clear Spring Cleaning Services? I have an apartment that needs dusting. That’s right, just dusting. For a move–in tomorrow. Great, I’ll send you the access code later.”

After hanging up, she sent the access code. The apartment was a townhouse she had purchased in Jiverton several years ago. Jiverton was known for its beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, perfect for vacations. At the time, she had thought it would be a nice place to stay during her leisure time. However, she had not stayed there once since it was renovated.

Tomorrow, after filing for divorce, she could finally move her things out and avoid the annoyance of seeing certain people.

Joshua had no idea about Cynthia’s plans. He did not even know what had possessed him to have someone investigate her background. When he thought about it, he realized that aside from her name, he knew almost nothing about her.

After an afternoon of work, Mr. Cheyne’s team had spent hours investigating Cynthia, only to find even less information than what was on her ID card. He hesitated before calling Joshua.

“Mr. Neal…”

“Did you find anything?”

“Well, we found something, but there’s not much to it,” Mr. Cheyne said, looking at the sparse information on the paper in his hand.

Joshua did not catch the implications of his words. “Go on.”

“Cynthia. Female,” Mr. Cheyne read the words on the paper with trepidation.

He waited for more information, but nothing came. His brow furrowed as he asked impatiently, “And?”

“And… that’s all we found,” Mr. Cheyne admitted, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Joshua stood up from his chair, the computer screen on his desk displaying Cynthia’s information. “That’s all?”

“We spent the whole afternoon on it, and this is all we’ve got. It’s even less than what’s on her ID,” Mr. Cheyne said, his voice lacking confidence. He then ventured to ask, “May I ask why you wanted to investigate Mrs. Neal?”

“Look deeper.”

“We already did, and this is the result of our thorough investigation.”