Chapter 418
Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money
Chapter 418
âOf course! You still havenât mentioned why you needed to see me,â Samantha replied breezily
âA few days ago, when I went to see Ellora, she told me she wanted to treat you to dinner. She has yet
to properly thank you for the help you offered during that phone call,â Cynthia began, weaving together
the strands of their conversation.
Samantha brashed off the thanks with an indifferent laugh. âThereâs no need for formalities. It was
nothing.â
To you, perhaps. However, to her, it meant saving a child. She plans to host you tonight at the place
where sheâs staying. Sheâs even prepared a teast with her own hands,â Cynthia retorted, keeping the
conversation flowing.
âWhere is she staying?â Samantha asked
Cynthia paused, locking eyes with Samantha. âYou donât know?â
âUh.7â Samantha looked genuinely puzzled.
âDidnât you inform Chyler about it?â Cynthia laid her cards on the table.
Samantha stared back blankly. âInform about what?â
Cynthia watched her in silence.
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you misunderstand something, or has someone misled you? Since returning to Nexuria, I havenât been
in contact with Chylerâ Samantha inquired.
âMs. Tanz, thereâs no point in playing damb anymore,â Cynthia responded, her tone remaining cool.
âI truly have no ideaâ Samanthaâs face was a picture of innocence.
If Cynthia had not suspected and investigated further, she might have been fooled by such an innocent
look. It was too innocent, too bewildered.
Samantha furrowed her brows. âSo, you invited me out today because you thought 1 informed Chyler?
Youâre looking to cause me trouble on purpose?
âYes,â Cynthia responded, unwilling to waste time bearing around the bush.
Heavers, 1 swear I didnât do it. Whoever told you this, youâd best stay away from them. Even if I knew
where Ellora was after what happened last time, thereâs no way I wouldâve informed Chyler. I have no
reason to. I donât hold any grudges against Ellora,â Samantha insisted, maintaining her calin
throughout.
You might not, with her. However, you do with me. You like Joshua, donât you?â Cynthia countered,
nearly swayed by Samanthaâs acting skills.
Samantha seemed even more confused âHow could I possibly like Joshua? If I did, why would I have
rejected the arranged marriage proposed by my grandfather?â
âSamantha,â Cynthia cut her off.
âHm?â
âRight now, itâs just the two of us. Thereâs no need to pretend. Me being here means Iâve confirmed it
was you.â
âIf I didnât do it, then I didnât do it. Thereâs nothing more to say.â Samantha, having finished her piece,
stood to leave.
However, Cynthia grabbed her hand, exerting enough force to halt her. âLetâs sit down and talk a little
more.â
Samantha furrowed her brow at Cynthia, who met her gaze unflinchingly.
Eventually, Samantha capitulated and took her seat again, placing her purse duwa hit too forcefully. It
was clear she was annoyed. âSpeak your mind then. After today, weâre strangers.â
âItâs a shane Ms. Tanz didnât pursue a career in acting. Your acting skills are commendable,â Cynthia
mused, impressed by Samanthaâs mastery of deceit.
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If Jayleen were as adept as Samantha, the initial incident would have been even more absurd. Even
Cynthia, not one to easily trust others, almost fell for it.
âSay what you need to and speak plainly!â Samantha snapped, her reactions resembling those of
someone wrongfully accused.
âAll these incidents: Jayleenâs car accident, the loss of her innocence, the trending scandals, my
assault, the episode with Mitchell in the hotel, and Mor being bought off; you orchestrated all of it, didnât
you?â Cynthiaâs voice was calm, carrying an oppressive aura around her.
Samantha stared at her as if she had lost her mind. âWhy on earth would I do that?â