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.

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

invisible, completely

but thinking

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

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

your time, I

heard you chased Neil for five years before you guys tied the knot. Looks like its true. You just can’t let go,

stopped, his face turning

It’s about business,”

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

Scarlett was too self-assured

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

at Neil, hoping he’d change his mind. No need to

spoke again, his gaze fixed

He’s asking you to leave,

his tone cold. I was

face “You’re

of the Whitmore

didn’t

hastily putting on her coat, and

bumped into me on her way out, nearly knocking me

steady me. I quickly stepped back

to one of coldness, and his expression

out.” He sat back

him This was the first time we’d sat down face-to-face since our divorce two years

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

SaintlyBio Corporation?” I

“Nope,” Neil responded quickly

know Anthony Evans?” I frowned.