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

Chapter 503
“Ms. Yates, are you satisfied with your current situation? Yerick asked, donning a long camel–colored coat and carrying a pink
suitcase. Cynthia’s eyes rested on the luggage. She suspected that the animosity between Yerick and Joshua might be
connected to the owner of this pink suitcase. Maintaining her composure, she continued her verbal dance with Yerick,”
Possessing illegal firearms, operating a private armed force; do you realize the number of years you could be sentenced for
these crimes?”
“I do, but what does that matter? Yerick replied casually.
A frustrated crease formed on Cynthia’s forehead. This was not going her way.
“Boss, our guest has arrived,” one of the bodyguards announced.
Upon hearing the news, a satisfied smirk graced verick’s lips. “Bring him in.
With that command, Joshua was brought forward. He was wearing a white shirt that made his complexion appear pale.
Nonetheless, his aura of cool indifference remained undiminished. As Cynthia met his gaze, he, too, looked back. In their silent
exchange, Joshua confirmed that Cynthia was unharmed, and he proceeded to negotiate with Yerick.
Despite being the captive, he emanated a commanding presence as though he was the host. “Now that I’m here, you can state
your objective.”
“Of course,” Yerick responded with a sly smile.
Just as Joshua was about to speak, Cynthia suddenly found the barrel of a gun pressed against her temple. His pupils
contracted as the aura around him turned icy cold. “Let her go
“I can do that,” Yerick replied, playing with a knife in his other hand. He spun it once before handing it over. “Take this knife and
slit your left wrist. Continue until your blood stains this stone red.” Yerick motioned toward a nearby stone, marked with
a circle.
Joshua glanced at it. “If I do this, will you let her go?
“Correct.” Yerick nodded.

As Joshua reached for the knife, Cynthia, seemingly realizing what was about to happen, attempted to stop him. “Joshua, don’t
take it!”
The pink suitcase, the demand to sit his wrist...
A girl! Yerick was exacting his revenge on Joshua all because of a girl.
“Yerick, I know what your aim is. You are being somewhat childish in your actions, don’t you think?” At last, Cynthia saw glimmer
of hope.
“If you think my actions are childish, you’ve guessed my motives incorrectly.” Yerick was convinced she had not figured out his
motives. Looking at Joshua’s suspended hand, he issued a warning. “I’ll count to three. If you don’t cut yourself by then, Cynthia
might start to suffer.”
Joshua cast a glance at Cynthia. From the comer of her eye, Cynthia spotted Nadia, who had circled back from the sea, and a
daring yet risky idea sprung into her mind. She conveyed a signal to Joshua through her eyes.
That look
It made Joshua question if he had misinterpreted Cynthia’s intentions.
“Three.” Yerick began to count.
Cynthia continued to signal with her eyes.
At that moment, Joshua confirmed Cynthia’s intent. He reached out to grasp the knife from Verick’s band. The moment it was in
his possession, he quickly flipped it and, in an unexpected turn of events, held it against Yerick’s throat!
“Boss!” the bodyguards exclaimed in surprise.