Chapter 149
Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money
Chapter 149
Cynthia held back her emotions and said, âIf you have any doubts or donât believe me, you can say it
directly.â
âSomeone knocked on the door to deliver a letter to Mitchell. Who was that person? Why did he send it
to him? If someone is really kidnapped, isnât calling the police the best solution?â Joshua did as she
wished and asked all the questions.
Cynthia said, âWait a minute.â
Joshua was seething. She still wanted him to wait?!
Cynthia took the mobile phone and called Mitchell, asking him to send the letter to her. After Mitchell
hung up the phone, he took a photo and sent it to her.
Cynthia clicked on the picture and showed Joshua.
After Joshua read every word, he only had one thought. Mitchell really outdone himself. He even
created evidence so seamlessly.â
âMitchell is still checking the surveillance cameras at the hotel to find out who left him the letter,â
Cynthia explained.
Joshua threw her mobile phone on the table, looked at her as if he was looking at a stranger, and said
coldly, âAre you going to say that the hotelâs surveillance system is broken?â
âYou donât believe it?â Cynthia asked him.
âIf it were you, would you believe it? You got someone to write this letter, didnât you? You created the
letter so that you have something to show me when I ask. Joshua stood up, his chest constricted in
panic.
Cynthia held her breath. Did she not explain everything clearly?
The coldness in Joshuaâs deep eyes condensed a little bit, and his whole body became more alienated
Cynthia could clearly feel that something separated the two of them.
They were deadlocked for a while.
âCynthia, it was my mistake to trust you,â Joshua said without any emotion in it.
He left after speaking.
The door slammed loudly when leaving.
He thought about believing her, but he saw her and Mitchell coming out of the hotel with his own eyes,
and she went ahead and told him an elaborate story before he could even ask, How would he dare to
believe it?
The more Joshua thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt.
This time he called no one and drove to the nearest bar.
Now, he needed alcohol to numb himself. He was afraid that he would trouble Cynthia, that he would
not be able to control his emotions, and that he would hurt her unintentionally.
Cynthia was already hurt.
She looked at the door, trembling. Her heart, calm and unruffled recently, seemed to have been
stabbed.
Joshuaâs resolute back view and the sentence âCynthia, it was my mistake to trust youâ was replaying in
her head.
If it were not for the phone call from Mitchell, she would almost have stood there for a long time.
The moment the phone was connected, Mitchell noticed something was wrong with her voice and
asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
âJoshua doesnât believe me.â Cynthia lowered her eyes and rested her forehead with one hand.
Mitchell thought for a while and asked, âHow did you tell him?â
Cynthia told him the whole conversation between the two.
Nothing was wrong.
âI talk to him later. The way you explained to him⦠Itâs no wonder he found it hard to believe. It sounds
like youâre making up excuses,â Mitchell comforted her. He knew that this incident had a certain
emotional impact on Cyn.
âWhy do you say that too?â Cynthia did not quite understand.
She just wanted to explain things clearly in one go, and she did not want to quarrel.
With a gentle smile, Mitchell sorted out things with her. Itâs your character. You have always ignored
things you have never done, and you only fight back when you are really annoyed. Joshua has been
with you for two years, there was no way he would not understand your character.â
A simple sentence caused waves in Cynthiaâs heart.
She really did not take the initiative to explain things in the past.
âDonât worry. I will talk to him. Mitchell knew how to communicate with Joshua.