Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel 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 can't 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 place me. She was probably new, as I used to work here for a while, and she wasn't the receptionist then.

She then denied me, "I'm sorry, miss. We can't arrange a meeting with Mr. Whitmore 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 got later, the staff at Whitmore Co. trickled out. Some of them recognized me. They shot me curious glances and whispered among themselves.

During the wait, I tried calling Neil a few more times, but his phone was still off. I didn't know if he was genuinely busy or deliberately making things difficult.

Just then, a stylishly dressed woman walked in. Her baseball cap and sunglasses covered most of her face, so I couldn't see her clearly.

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-access 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 Stella Wallace, "Stella, is Mitch Hebert there?"