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

Chapter 538

“Cyn, it’s normal for a man to have an ego, especially Captain. When he invites you over for dinner, just accept. It might make him feel better about himself,” Mitchell insisted.

“Are you serious?” Cynthia found this hard to believe. To her knowledge, Captain was not such a man. However, Mitchell’s words did seem to hold some logic.

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask Linus and the others. Just don’t mention it’s about Captain,” Mitchell suggested, further advancing his ploy.

Cynthia nodded, and they chatted a bit more before ending the video call. She sat in contemplation, recalling past events, and eventually concluded that Captain did indeed have a strong ego. She did not delve into this thought further, though.

Considering Captain’s earlier mention of a group message, she accessed their eight–member chat group, where Captain was also a member. She typed a reply, “I’m free recently. Anytime for a meetup is fine.”

Her obligations toward Sean’s observation under Joshua’s domain and the responsibilities she took over from Yoel at Neal Group had been dealt with. As for her company, everything had been arranged beforehand. Indeed, she was temporarily free,

Riley responded, “Then, tomorrow night.” Gaby and Mitchell quickly agreed. The others, including Jimmy, also indicated their availability. Only Matthew did not reply.

Riley and Gaby tried to grab his attention in the group chat but to no avail. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Just then, there was a knock on Cynthia’s door. As she opened it, she saw Captain holding his phone, a look of frustration on his face. “I need a favor.”

“Hm?”

“My phone has a virus.”

Cynthia opened the door wider to let him in. She recalled that Captain’s phone was a new purchase after his retirement, and she had not yet helped him upgrade its system.

“Don’t turn it on,” Matthew warned her as he saw her pressing the power button.

However, his warning came too late. As soon as she pressed the button, the phone began to vibrate violently, a cheerful tune ringing out from the device.

The voice emanated from the phone, a catchy and slightly irritating time. It chanted over and over, “I’m Matthew. My mom hasn’t hit me for three days!” The words scrolled across the screen in time with the beat.

Even Cynthia was taken aback, her usual composure shaloon for a brief moment. Matthew, sporting his short, neat haircut that added to his handsome and energetic appearance, did not seem bothered at all. He lifted an eyebrow casually, asking, “Can you fix this?”

“Yes,” Cynthia answered without hesitation. She took the phone and retreated to her study.

For her, this was a minor issue. With effortless efficiency, she not only rectified the problem but also strengthened the security of his phone system. Once she was done, she handed the phone back to Matthew, curiosity getting the best of her.” Did you upset somme?”

“Uh–huh.”

“Do you want my help?”

There was a brief pause before Matthew’s lips curled into a faint smile. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you embed the phrase Mom, come hit me into Zayn Green’s phone, so it plays every time he powers on or off?”

Cynthia stared at him in surprise. She never knew the Captain could have a fun side of him.

“Can’t do it?” Matthew’s voice held a challenge.

After a moment’s consideration, Cynthia agreed, “I can do it.”

“I’ll call him first. Half an hour after I hang up, you can embed it.” Matthew’s schemes were notorious; nobody could escape

them.