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.

shame if you werent my boyfriend, Scarlett giggled her

felt invisible, completely

thinking about my mom’s hardship,

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

was a force to be reckoned with If Neil

all I need is ten minutes of your time, I tried to keep my

me. Tve heard you chased Neil for five years before you guys tied

suddenly stopped, his face

It’s about business,” I replied

to talk. Can’t you tell?” Scarlett

Scarlett was too self-assured

for her. I’ve met too many like

he’d change his

spoke again, his gaze fixed on

asking you to leave, Scarlett wore a

off, his tone cold. I was

face “You’re serious?

of the Whitmore

shocked and angry, but facing an impatient Neil, she didn’t dare to throw a tantrum. She couldn’t afford to offend this

hastily putting on

intentionally bumped into me on her

rushed over to steady me.

demeanor changed from one of concern to one of coldness,

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

we’d sat down face-to-face since our divorce two

see every minute expression on Neil’s face.

SaintlyBio Corporation?”

“Nope,” Neil responded quickly

know Anthony Evans?” I frowned. Was