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.

gentleman. It’d be a shame if you werent my boyfriend, Scarlett giggled her laughter as

invisible,

thinking about my mom’s

ties with

force to be

I tried to keep my cool, speaking as gertly 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

hand suddenly stopped, his face turning

It’s about business,” I

you tell?” Scarlett was peeved, and her date with

Scarlett was too self-assured

bit of affection for her.

he’d change his mind. No

Neil finally spoke again, his gaze

that? He’s asking you

off, his tone cold. I was

“You’re serious? You want me

myself. Get out of the Whitmore Co. building! Neil ordered

angry, but facing an impatient Neil, she didn’t

hastily putting on her coat,

on her way out, nearly knocking me

rushed over to steady me. I quickly

demeanor changed from one of concern to

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

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

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

you know SaintlyBio Corporation?”

“Nope,” Neil responded quickly

don’t know Anthony Evans?” I frowned. Was Neil lying to