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

felt invisible,

ve walked out, but thinking about

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

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

time, I tried to keep my

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

suddenly stopped, his face

said this. It’s about business,” I replied

talk. Can’t you tell?” Scarlett was peeved,

Scarlett was too self-assured

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

change his mind.

spoke again, his gaze fixed

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

her legs off, his tone cold. I was talking to

face “You’re serious? You

myself. Get out of the Whitmore Co. building!

impatient Neil, she didn’t dare to throw

Scarlett huffed, hastily putting on her coat, and

bumped into me on her way out, nearly

up and rushed over to steady me. I quickly

to one of coldness, and his

Spit it out.”

sat opposite him This was the first time we’d

minute expression on

you know SaintlyBio Corporation?” I

“Nope,” Neil responded quickly

know Anthony Evans?” I frowned.