Back in Time: Unshackling From Love

Chapter 133

Mikayla couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. “Mr. Blue, are you satisfied now?”

“Yes, I am!” Taylor stood up. ‘Since we’ve solved the issue here, go somewhere with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Let’s talk outside.” Taylor adjusted his coat and stepped out of the office.

Mikayla said goodbye to Betty and followed him outside.

Continuing to harbor discomfort from Taylor’s previous demeanor, she inquired coldly, “What’s with the secrecy? Where are we headed? We aren’t that acquainted. Keep any non–work matters to yourself.”

“I have no desire to be familiar with you either.” Taylor cast a disdainful glance at Mikayla. “I’ve set my sights on a new project. I’d like you to follow me to take a look.”

Despite not being formally part of Mocato Investments, he expected her to work and join him for site inspections. She was left speechless by his exploitation.

“Are you silently scolding me?” Taylor raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t act this way when you

sought my cooperation.”

Mikayla remained utterly speechless. “Does this inspection contribute to my performance?”

He mocked, “Ms. Davidson, don’t be so petty. After all, you’re also the wife of Miller Group’s CEO.”

She retorted, “I only scratched your car, yet you demanded billions in compensation. Compared to

you, I’m nothing.”

at Mikayla’s sensitive spot. “I believe Jerome abandoned you

unruffled, replied, “In that case, is your fiancée drawn to you

expression shifted. He tossed the car keys

indulge in alcohol later. Acknowledging him as her future partner and boss, she took

starting the car, Taylor informed Mikayla that their destination was a lesser–known private

restaurant.

usually keen on grandeur and

restaurant, especially one exclusively for members

playful smile. “I suppose they prefer

Aren’t you treating them to a

do you ask so many

she drove out of the parking lot, merging onto the main road, a loud bang echoed. Someone had collided with the back of

looked at him through the rearview mirror. “It’s not my fault! I didn’t hit the brakes or block the

Taylor looked gloomy.

noticed a provocatively dressed woman tapping on the car window before she could determine whether Taylor

the woman glancing toward the

coincidence, Mr. Blue! I’m so sorry. I just stepped on the accelerator too hard. I’ll take

her perfume

the driver’s seat.

couldn’t resist commenting, “Miss, your breasts are on my arm.”

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a high–end restaurant, especially one exclusively for members only to impress

a playful smile. “I suppose they prefer

confused. “Suppose? Aren’t you treating them to a meal?”