Chapter 265
Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money
Chapter 265
âFirst, letâs see who can find the mastermind behind those previous incidents. Second, outperform me
in marksmanship.â Cynthia listed the tasks one by one.
Joshua found these two tasks easy. âAnd what about the third?â
âI havenât thought of it yet. Once youâve completed these two tasks, Iâll let you know. But let me make it
clear, as long as you havenât won all of them, even if you lose, donât come to disturb me for the rest of
your life.â
âAlright.â
Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she would have some peace and quiet for a while. She
glanced at her wristwatch and saw that it was already past ten oâclock. Then, she spoke slowly, âCan
you open the door now and let me go back?
âStay here tonight. Weâll compare the second task early tomorrow morning,â Joshua said, confident in
his marksmanship. Then, he turned around and grabbed a bag. âItâs clothes for changingâ
Cynthia contemplated rejecting his offer, but after a momentâs thought, she could not be bothered to
argue and accepted the bag. After that, she went to the room Joshua had pointed to.
Once she entered, she lacked the door behind her and threw her coat on the bed before heading to the
bathroom with the sleepwear.
Joshua heard the sound of the door locking. In that instant, he did not know whether to commend her
for being cautious or criticize her for being overly guarded against him.
Cynthia was in the bathroom, washing her hair and taking a bath. As she pondered over the tasks she
had discussed with Joshua, she recalled some things.
Initially, she had no intention of getting involved in the previous incidents, as she could not be bothered
with such trivial matters. However, when she put herself in that personâs shoes, she decided to take
action.
Joshua suddenly appeared in Nexuria and visited her home, repeatedly bothering her. Judging from the
modus operandi of the person behind the scenes, they would undoubtedly target her.
What a.. trouble.
Meanwhile, in a dark underground basement overseas, the room was illuminated by dim lights.
A disheveled woman with bruises and red marks on her face lay on the ground, her eyes closed.
Her neck, feet, and hands were all bound with iron chains
Several dead snakes lay beside her.
Thump, thump, thump
Footsteps echoed through the basement.
The woman in the white attire trembled at the sound. After enduring prolonged torment, her body
instinctively feared this kind of noise,
As the footsteps drew nearer, a man dressed in a suit, exuding a dangerous aura, entered the
basement.
His skin was pale, but it gave off a sickly impression.
âWake her up,â he said, flicking the cigarette in his hand, his gaze fixed on Jayleen in the corner.
Immediately, the person following behind him poured a bucket of iceâcold water on Jayleenâs face.
Splash!
The frigid water sent shivers down her spine
Jayleen jolted awake, abruptly opening her eyes and sitting up.
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The icy water flowed down her neck, soaking her clothes and causing her to shiver.
The man took a deep drag of his cigarette, then flicked the butt onto the ground and stomped on it
before walking toward Jayleen
His face was not much different from Joshuaâs, but it always gave off a serpentâlike danger, permeating
the air with peril.
âHave you made your decision?â The man crouched halfway before Jayleen, raising his hand to pat her
face.
âJayleen.â
Jayleen shuddered, a mixture of fear and dread coursing through her.