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.

It’d be a shame if you werent my

invisible, completely

but thinking about my

cut ties with us. Maybe we could resolve

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

of your time, I tried to keep my cool, speaking as gertly

why are you still clinging on?” Scarlett snapped at me. Tve heard you chased Neil for five years before you guys tied

suddenly stopped, his face turning

this. It’s

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

Scarlett was too self-assured

slightest bit of affection for her. I’ve

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

Neil finally spoke again, his gaze fixed

that? He’s asking you to

off, his tone cold. I was talking

on Scarlett’s face “You’re serious? You want me

of the Whitmore Co. building! Neil ordered

didn’t dare to

leaving!” Scarlett huffed, hastily putting on her coat, and stormed

her way out, nearly knocking

and rushed over to steady me. I quickly stepped

changed from one of concern to one

talk about? Spit it out.” He sat back down, crossing his legs, looking

time we’d sat down face-to-face since our

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

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“Nope,” Neil responded quickly

don’t know Anthony Evans?” I frowned.