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.

“Mr. Whitmore is such a gentleman. It’d be a shame if you werent my boyfriend, Scarlett giggled her laughter as light as a bell

felt invisible, completely ignored.

walked out, but thinking about my

ties with us. Maybe we

to be reckoned with If Neil

ten minutes of your time, I

on?” Scarlett snapped at me. Tve heard you chased Neil for five years before you guys tied the knot. Looks like its

hand suddenly stopped, his face turning icy.

this. It’s about

Can’t you tell?” Scarlett

too self-assured

have the slightest bit of affection for her. I’ve met too many like

looking at Neil, hoping he’d change his mind. No need to repeat the past’s

spoke again, his gaze fixed

He’s asking you to

legs off, his tone cold.

froze on Scarlett’s face “You’re serious? You

Get out of the Whitmore Co.

Neil, she didn’t dare to throw a tantrum.

hastily putting on her coat, and stormed towards the

her way out,

rushed over to steady me. I quickly stepped back to

demeanor changed from one of concern to one of coldness, and his expression

He sat back

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

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

SaintlyBio Corporation?” I

Neil responded

Anthony Evans?” I frowned. Was Neil