Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 211

“Sorry, didn’t mean to crash your party. Just need a few words with Mr. Whitmore,” I shot Scarlett an apologetic look before speaking.

Scarlett snorted. She was lounging on the sofa, not bothering to hide her eye-catching figure

Neil adjusted his tie nonchalantly Tm kind of tied up right now. Give me a ring if you need something

“Your phone’s been switched off all afternoon!” I frowned. “It won’t take much of your time. Just some business stuff to discuss.”

Neil flopped back onto the sofa, lighting a cigarette. “If memory serves, our companies stopped doing business soon after our divorce. What’s there to talk about?”

Scarlett suddenly sat up, giving me a wide eyed store. “So, you’re his ex-wife? I knew you looked familiar.”

Two years had passed, and many had forgotten about me.

“Ms. Mitchell, I need a word with him. Can we have a moment?” I asked politely.

Scarlett glanced at Neil, then back at me, and resumed her lounging position “Go ahead, chat here. I’m beat; I’m going to get some sleep. Dont worry, I wont eavesdrop”

Clearly, she didn’t think much of me.

It seemed an ex-wife didn’t warrant any courtesy

Neil stayed silent, puffing away and giving me ambiguous glances.

Scarlett suddenly stretched her legs onto Neil’s lap. I’m so tired. Mr. Whitmore, can you give me a massage?”

Neil glanced at her slim legs. He tossed his cigarette into the ashtray and began massaging her legs.

be a shame if you werent my boyfriend, Scarlett giggled her laughter

felt invisible,

thinking about

cut ties with us. Maybe

admit that Whitmore Co. was a force to be reckoned with If Neil decided to hit us, things

is ten minutes of your time, I tried to keep my cool, speaking as

busy! What’s your deal? You’re his ex wife, why are you still clinging on?” Scarlett snapped at me. Tve heard you chased Neil for five years before you guys tied the knot. Looks like

hand suddenly stopped, his face

It’s about business,” I

want to talk. Can’t you tell?” Scarlett

Scarlett was too self-assured

Neil didn’t have the slightest bit of affection for her. I’ve met too many

hoping he’d change his

out,” Neil finally spoke again, his gaze fixed on

hear that? He’s asking you to leave,

off, his tone cold. I

“You’re serious?

Get out of the Whitmore Co.

but facing an impatient Neil, she didn’t dare to throw a tantrum. She couldn’t

hastily putting on her coat, and stormed

bumped into me on her way out, nearly

immediately stood up and rushed over to steady me. I

to one of coldness,

do you want to talk about? Spit it out.” He

first time we’d sat

brightly lit. I could see every minute expression on Neil’s face. There was no warmth in his

you know SaintlyBio Corporation?” I

“Nope,” Neil responded quickly

I frowned. Was Neil