Chapter 10

The man was handsome. He wore a casual white suit. If the average Joe were to wear something like that, it’d be a disaster. But on the man, the white Sult accentuated the natural nobility and laziness in his temperament.

He was devilish.

Sage couldn’t help feeling like she’d seen him somewhere before but

couldn’t remember where.

“Mr. Morrison,” the driver said nervously.

The man looked at Sage.

“I’m sorry for delaying you. I’ll take full responsibility for this,” Sage said earnestly.

The man smiled devilishly. “Aside from the cost of fixing the car, you’ll also have to compensate me for the mental distress you’ve caused me and the cost of delaying my business.

“I have a deal worth ten billion dollars that I need to sign the contract for. Now that you’ve delayed me, you’re gonna have to bear responsibility for all

of that.”

Sage smiled faintly at his preposterous demands. “You look like a proper gentleman, sir, and an affluent one to boot. I didn’t expect you to make a living through extortion.”

It was no wonder the driver had been so familiar when taking photos of the damage done.

The man didn’t get mad. His expression remained devilish as he said, “It doesn’t matter what I do for a living. If you can’t afford to compensate me, have your car’s owner deal with me.”

Sage understood now. The man’s target was actually Ian. At the same time,

lightbulb lit up in her mind. She remembered who the man was now- Shane Morrison, Ian’s biggest competitor.

In her previous life, she’d never come into direct contact with Shane. But when she’d been in the mental institution, she’d seen him on the news before. At the time, Shane’s net worth was almost equivalent to Ian’s. The company he’d established had also been second only to Holcomb Corporation.

She rammed into my car while driving your car. What do you think we

your husband.” He

accepted the phone

you drive out alone?” Ian sounded impatient, but

nasty.

“Yeah.”

“Are you injured?”

“No.”

hung up after

you in person.

hell with him and his rumors. Ian hadn’t thrown her a wedding when marrying her.

heard about you being good at raking in the

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interest. “I hope that you won’t hold out on me if I

returned his phone. He raised an

the traffic police and Shane’s lawyer arrived. Ian was right behind

good enough if he could send

police and lawyer while Ian walked over to her

black shirt which accentuated his handsome features. His sharp suit and flawless figure made

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hold a candle to Shane’s devilishly handsome looks. Now

a tad bit better than

while, Mr. Holcomb.” Shane

He glanced at Sage instead. “What

was just a normal accident at first, but he wanted to extort you.” Sage pointed at Shane, pushing the blame on him.

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