Chapter 210


    Chapter 210


    Next up, my mom was all tied up dealing with supplier issues.


    Seeing all this, my dad took it hard. Both my mom and I told him to stay out of it. He was about to retire.


    If someone got dirt on him, his reputation would go down the drain.


    To ease some of the load off my mom, I reached out to Dominic’s dad, Mr. Anthony


    He was out of the business game, but his friendship with my mom still stood.


    “Mrs. Finch and I have already had a chat about this. We’ve worked together for a long time, so pricing


    is negotiable. The main issue is… there are factors we cant stand against, Mr. Anthony sighed on the


    other end of the line.


    “Spill it,” I urged him sincerely.


    The problem lies with Whitmore Co. Ms. Finch, you were once married to Mr. Whitmore. Why not try


    hashing it out with him?” Mr. Anthony revealed the


    true cause.


    My heart sank. As expected, it was Neil, targeting my family!


    It reminded me of the stuff that went down in my past life. He stirred up a huge ruckus with my family to


    divorce me, driving us almost to the brink of despair


    Was history going to repeat itself?


    After hanging up, I sat and thought for a while, then grabbed my car keys and left the office.


    When I arrived at the Whitmore Co., the receptionist stopped me, asking if I had an appointment.


    “No, but I need to speak with Neil urgently I replied politely.


    The receptionist examined me up and down. She seemed to recognize me but couldn’t ce me. She


    was probably new, as I used to work here for a while, and she wasnt the receptionist then.


    She then denied me, I’m sorry miss. We can’t arrange a meeting with Mr. Whitmare without an


    appointment.”


    “Is he in the office now?” I asked again.


    “I’m sorry, I can’t disclose that,’ she replied professionally, not revealing more than necessary.


    I plopped down on the couch nearby. I tried calling Neil, but his phone was off.


    So I had no choice but to wait for him.


    As it gotter, the staff at Whitmore Co. trickled out. Some of them recognized me. They shot me


    curious nces and whispered among themselves. During the wait, I tried calling Neil a few more


    times, but his phone was still off. I didnt know if he was genuinely busy or deliberately making things


    difficult


    Just then, a stylishly dressed woman walked in Her baseball cap and sunsses covered most of her


    face, so I couldn’t see her clearly


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    She didn’t notice me. She breezed past me, greeted the receptionist, and hopped onto the executive


    elevator. The two executive elevators at Whitmore Co. were card-ess only.


    I squinted my eyes, got up, and walked towards the elevator. I saw it stop at the top floor, where Neil’s


    office was.


    “Miss, it’s already dark. You should go home,” the receptionist, seeing me approach the elevator,


    rushed over to stop me and asked me to leave.


    “Who’s she?” I asked. She didn’t seem like Neil’s wife, Bonnie.


    The receptionist dodged my question, simply saying, “She has an appointment.”


    Neil was forcing our biggest supplier to cut ties with us, yet he was avoiding my calls and meeting


    some hot chic?


    I was pissed, so I dialed Ste Wace, “Ste, is Mitch Hebert there?”


    “He’s ying with the kids. What’s up? Ste asked, obviously curious.


    “Get him on the phone. I need a favor, I said.


    Ste promptly handed the phone to Mitch. Soon, Mitchs voice came through, Rena, what’s up?”


    “Can you swing by Whitmore Co.?” I asked


    “Now?” Mitch sounded shocked


    Right now said calmly, though I was a mess inside.


    Mitch showed up half an hourter. He was close with Nell, so he had free ess to Whitmore Co. I


    asked him to take me to Neil’s office.


    The receptionist recognized Mitch Seeing him escort me to Nail, she looked both shocked and uneasy.


    In the elevator, Mitch asked me, “What do you need Neil for so urgently? Didn’t he pick up your calls?”


    “He’s had his phone off all afternoon,” I said, leaning against the elevator wall. My reflection in the shiny


    elevator doors looked haggard. I hadn’t been sleeping well due topany matters, and it showed.


    Istraightened up and reapplied my lipstick inside the elevator


    Mitch watched me and let out a sigh


    Rena, are you really with Russel?” he seemed in disbelief.


    Chapter 210


    “Yeah. It’s not often you find someone who genuinely likes you,” I said, finishing my lipstick and pulling


    my hair into a low ponytail, revealing my face. I looked a bit more awake.


    Mitch still seemed dubious but didn’t press further.


    When we reached the top floor, I told Mitch to go back down. He had no choice but to leave me alone.


    It was after office hours, so the top floor was deserted. Neil’s office was just a short distance away. All I


    had to do was open that door to find him.


    I walked up quietly and found the door wasn’t shut tight. I could peek through the small gap.


    “Neil, what’s the meaning of this? The woman from earlier, now hat and sses-free, was Scarlett, the


    one who had been linked to Neil recently.


    Neil sat on the couch, legs crossed, with a magazine on hisp. He was flipping through it


    absentmindedly, unresponsive to the woman next to him.


    Scarlett moved closer, “I came straight here as soon as I got your call on set. Why are you being so


    cold? Don’t you like what I’m wearing today?”


    She suddenly stripped off her purple bodysuit. The ck bra underneath was quite suggestive. Her


    large breasts made her waist look incredibly slim.


    Although I’ve heard that Scarlett has always been fairly honest with people, her bold move stunned me.


    “You aren’t moved, or what?” Scarlett leaned in, deliberately getting up in Neil’s grill.


    Neil started to furrow his brows. His gaze swept over the door and lingered for a moment. I quickly


    ducked out of sight a bit.


    Even though I wasn’t intentionally spying on them, I still felt a bit ufortable.


    “You’re such a bad boy!” Suddenly, Scarlett from inside the room said, sounding coy and pleased.


    Soon, the door swung open. Neil’s figure appeared before me, ‘Had enough of a peep show? Want to


    come in and see the real thing?”


    There was a lipstick mark on his shirt cor, I wasn’t sure if it was just left there.


    Scarlett was sitting on the sofa, her arms wrapped around her bent knees, giving me a hostile look,


    “Are you some kind of pervert? He invited you in, and you actually came?”