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.”

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

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

his fiancée, Irene Sullivan, Taylor’s expression shifted. He tossed the car keys to Mikayla. “You’re

indulge in alcohol later. Acknowledging him as her

the car, Taylor informed Mikayla that their

restaurant.

usually keen on grandeur and lavish settings?

exclusively for members only to

wore a playful smile. “I suppose

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

looked displeased. “Why do you ask so many nonsensical questions? Stop asking.”

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

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t hit the brakes or block the way. The other

Taylor looked gloomy.

car window before she could determine whether Taylor was annoyed with

observed the woman glancing

coincidence, Mr. Blue! I’m so sorry. I just stepped

woman’s voice exuded seduction, and her perfume was overpowering. She

the driver’s seat.

commenting, “Miss, your breasts are on my

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restaurant, especially one exclusively for

a playful smile. “I suppose they prefer

was confused. “Suppose? Aren’t you treating