Chapter 16
Chapter 16
“Jayleen and Mitchell are twopletely different people. Don’t use him to tarnish Jayleen. I’m warning
you onest time, if you want to have a better life after the divorce, stay away from him,” Joshua said,
his words harsher than before.
Cynthia grabbed her phone and left the room. She could not believe she’d fallen in love and gotten
married on a whim to someone like Joshua. How could she have been so reckless?
Joshua watched Cynthia retreat to her room and gently close the door, with a fire burning in his chest.
She could not stand being here another second or more urately, she could not stand being around
Joshua any longer.
She gazed at the greenery outside the window for a moment before picking up her phone and making a
call. Her tone was casual and indifferent. “Hello, is this Clear Spring Cleaning Services? I have an
apartment that needs dusting. That’s right, just dusting. For a move–in tomorrow. Great, I’ll send you
the ess codeter.”
After hanging up, she sent the ess code. The apartment was a townhouse she had purchased in
Jiverton several years ago. Jiverton was known for its beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, perfect
for vacations. At the time, she had thought it would be a nice ce to stay during her leisure time.
However, she had not stayed there once since it was renovated.
Tomorrow, after filing for divorce, she could finally move her things out and avoid the annoyance of
seeing certain people.
Joshua had no idea about Cynthia’s ns. He did not even know what had possessed him to have
someone investigate her background. When he thought about it, he realized that aside from her name,
he knew almost nothing about her.
After an afternoon of work, Mr. Cheyne’s team had spent hours investigating Cynthia, only to find even
less information than what was on her ID card. He hesitated before calling Joshua.
“Mr. Neal…”
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“Did you find anything?”
“Well, we found something, but there’s not much to it,” Mr. Cheyne said, looking at the sparse
information on the paper in his hand.
Joshua did not catch the implications of his words. “Go on.”
“Cynthia. Female,” Mr. Cheyne read the words on the paper with trepidation.
He waited for more information, but nothing came. His brow furrowed as he asked impatiently, “And?”
“And… that’s all we found,” Mr. Cheyne admitted, pushing his sses up his nose.
Joshua stood up from his chair, theputer screen on his desk disying Cynthia’s information.
“That’s all?”
“We spent the whole afternoon on it, and this is all we’ve got. It’s even less than what’s on her ID,” Mr.
Cheyne said, his voicecking confidence. He then ventured to ask, “May I ask why you wanted to
investigate Mrs. Neal?”
“Look deeper.”
“We already did, and this is the result of our thorough investigation.”