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

Chapter 627

“Brother, what’s this?” Moses glanced at Joshua’s phone, then back at Joshua

Joshua tensed up.

Almost instantaneously, he knew he had been caught.

“None of your business, True gentlemen don’t speak while watching a game of chess. Don’t interrupt us,” Old Man Neal said without offering him much chance to speak, his face set in a stem expression.

Moses threw Joshua a few more glances.

Joshua offered him a cursory glance, then continued his game, showing no signs of panic.

His composure was exemplary.

Moses, although curious, did not press. Instead, he sat down to the side, intending to discuss this intriguing development after the game had ended.

Using an app to cheat? This was not his brother’s style at all.

Joshua did not play for long against Old Man Neal. After only three games, he found an excuse to stop playing

The reason was simple.

His phone’s battery had died.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Old Man Neal, eyeing the pieces on the board, furrowed his brow

“What do you mean?” Joshua naturally retorted.

“The way you played these three games differs significantly from your usual style. And your skills seem to have regressed. What’s going on?” Old Man Neal’s gaze held a complex emotion.

“Perhaps I’m tired from the flight. My mind isn’t settled yet,” Joshua replied calmly.

Old Man Neal immediately refuted that claim.

Tiredness and an unsettled mind would not result in such a drastic change in style. It was as though he was playing against an entirely different person

“Nevermind,” Old Man Neal said, choosing not to dwell on it. He simply attributed it to Joshua’s previous anger. “Go and rest properly. We’ll have another match in a few days”

Joshua nodded slightly. “Alright.”

They packed up the chess pieces and ceased playing

Joshua planned to relax in the courtyard. However, as soon as he settled onto a bench, he noticed Moses sauntering over, a meaningful smile on his face.

Joshua spared him a glance and said nothing.

Moses took a seat next to him and propped up his head, speaking in a semi–joking tone, “Bro, isn’t there something you want to say?”

“Like what?”

“I saw you cheating with your phone. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Grandpa?” Moses bluntly revealed.

“If you want

conversation.

make Grandpa ill from anger, go ahead. I don’t care.” Joshua acted his part perfectly, his mind not at all on the

Moses pressed on, “You’ve never done this before, what’s going on?”

If not for Joshua’s identical features, Moses would have suspected that the man before him was an imposter.

Upon his return, he threw a tantrum and even resorted to cheating at chess.

Both of these events were unprecedented in the past two decades.

What on earth had happened to cause such a drastic change in him? Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“That’s none of your business,” Joshua replied, sticking to the principle that less talk meant less trouble.

Moses speculated, “Is it something to do with Cynthia? Did you get disheartened by her?”

However, that did not seem right either.

With Joshua’s character, he never brought outside emotions home to Old Man Neal and the others.

He certainly would not behave so abnormally,

Joshua had an instinctive aversion to the term. “I’m living at her place right now, does that sound like I’m disheartened?”

Moses was taken aback, and surprise etched on his face.