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.

if you werent my boyfriend, Scarlett giggled her laughter as light

felt invisible, completely

but thinking about my mom’s

Neil, maybe Dominic wouldn’t cut ties with us. Maybe we could

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

all I need is ten minutes of your time, I tried

clinging on?” Scarlett snapped at me. Tve heard you chased Neil for five years before you guys tied the knot. Looks like its true. You just can’t

suddenly stopped,

It’s about business,” I replied

didn’t want to talk. Can’t you tell?” Scarlett was peeved, and her

Scarlett was too self-assured

her. I’ve met too many like her before; I was used

kept looking at Neil, hoping he’d change his mind. No need to repeat the past’s

spoke again, his gaze

hear that? He’s asking you to leave, Scarlett wore a victorious

legs off, his tone cold. I was talking to

on Scarlett’s face “You’re

out of the Whitmore

didn’t dare to throw a

on her coat, and stormed towards

her way out, nearly knocking me

up and rushed over to steady me.

of concern to one of coldness,

to talk about? Spit it out.” He sat back

was the first time we’d sat down face-to-face since our

lit. I could see every minute expression on Neil’s

you know SaintlyBio Corporation?”

“Nope,” Neil responded quickly

Evans?” I frowned. Was Neil lying