Chapter 633
Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money
Chapter 633
âI get it. Iâm not misunderstanding. Just relax and go. Iâll handle everything else,â Shirley said with a
naive and innocent smile on her face.
Cynthia did not say anything, but she knew Shirley was definitely misunderstanding
âYou can come to my place at noon on the 29th. As long as they see you, whether we have lunch or
not doesnât matter, Matthew offered, not wanting to put Cynthia in a difficult position.
âReally?â asked Cynthia
If this were true, it would indeed be the best choice.
Matthew simply nodded in agreement.
Once the matter was settled, the four of them began their dinner. Zachary took meticulous care of
Shirley throughout the meal, often serving her the dishes she wanted even before she reached out for
therr..
His attention to detail made Cynthia feel a bit inadequate. Sometimes, she wondered whether her
future brotherâinâlawâs spoiling of Shirley would lead to her becoming spoiled. However, she quickly
dismissed the thought. Shirley had always been independent when she was not around; she would not
be spoiled that easily,
After dinner, a van arrived to pick them up. The driver first dropped Matthew and Zachary before b
to their usual villa.
Cynthia and Shirley
The guards at the gate were visibly startled when they saw Cynthia return, but they soon greeted them,
âMs. Cynthia, Ms. Shirley.â
âIs father at home?â
âYesâ¦â Their voices faltered.
Cynthia, with her acute perception, sensed something was amiss and halted her steps toward the
interior. âWhatâs the matter?
âMs. Shayne and Ms. Quinn are here. Our Chairman initially didnât want them inside. However,
considering the snow outside and their inadequate attire, he had no choice but to invite them in,â
informed the bodyguards, well aware of Cynthiaâs disdain. for the pair, particularly their presence in this
place.
âUnderstood,â Cynthia replied with an air of indifference. After all, this was not a place her mother often
resided. âYou shouldnât stand out here either. Report to the surveillance room for duty, and only come
out if something seems off.â
âNo!â the two bodyguards simultaneously protested,
Cynthia was puzzled, and so was Shirley.
âDonât worry. Your salaries and bonuses will be delivered as usual. Cynthia assumed they were worried
about their pay and added reassuringly
âThatâs not the point.â The two bodyguards, both in their thirties and reasonably handsome, expressed
their preference for their outdoor posts over the surveillance room with a hint of pride.
Cynthia remained somewhat baffled.
âI donât followâ¦â
âMs. Cynthia, Ms. Shirley, please proceed inside. Itâs cold out here. If we canât hear it any longer, weâll
come inside.â One of the bodyguards smiled, clearly comfortable with Cynthia
âDonât push yourselves too hard.â Cynthia lunew their stubbornness all too well.
âRoger that!â The two men seemed fully energized.
Once Cynthia stepped inside, the bodyguards resumed their pasts like sentinels, their splits high. Their
thoughts were simple. When they did not know what to do, it was Ms. Yates who offered them their
current positions, provided them with training, and paid their wages. Without her, they doubted they
could earn such substantial salaries given their skills and education.
In that case, they must protect Ms. Yatesâs home diligently.
Upon entering, Cynthia and Shirley saw Mandy and Michelle sitting in the living room, with Mr. Yates
facing them, a frown of concern creasing his forehead. As the sound of the opening door reached
them, Jonathan instinctively turned his gaze toward the door. After a pause, he rose and walked over.
His demeanor was noticeably awkward when he recognized Cynthia and Shirley.