A Farewell After Being Reborn

Chapter 11

Shane said, “I have a question that I forgot to ask you, Mrs. Holcomb.”

A question for Sage? “What is it?”

He waved his phone gleefully. “Who do you think will win the bet? Will it be me or Mr. Holcomb?”

From the way he waved his phone around, Sage understood what he meant. The fact that she’d left his number and said that she wanted to learn from him meant that she thought he was better than Ian.

Shane was trying to achieve two things by asking her this–he wanted to put her in a tough spot while also provoking Ian.

Sage smiled faintly and said diplomatically, “Bets don’t just depend on a person’s capabilities, really. It also depends on luck.”

“What do you think of my luck, then?”

“I honestly wouldn’t know. But let me wish you good luck, Mr. Morrison.”

Shane wanted to say something else, but Ian had already closed the window, cutting their conversation short.

“When have you and him been so friendly with each other?” Ian asked impatiently when Sage turned to look at him.

Sage threw her hair over her shoulder carelessly. “We’re not. Not yet,

anyway.”

It was hard to say what would happen in the future, though. Shane’s company, Farsight Investment, was a good place to work. But if she were to go there, that would put her and Ian on opposing sides.

Though she was mad and resentful over Ian neglecting her and getting her, admitted to a mental institution, she knew very well he hadn’t had any

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That was why she’d yet to decide whether she wanted to make this move.

Sage’s underlying meaning. He sneered.

the pedal to the metal and shot forward before cutting into the lane

Ian did. He didn’t give Ian the chance to overtake him. Even if Sage wasn’t the one driving, she couldn’t help feeling like

enduring this for a while, lan suddenly spoke up.

turned to look at him. His face was devoid of emotion, but his gaze was cold as he stared straight ahead. She had a bad

making the car shoot forward like a wild horse set free. Sage had yet to realize what was

with a

slammed back against the seat. When she looked up,

forward

ramming into them.

quickly enough to swerve

rammed

followed it. Sage was almost thrown

Sage threw her arms over her

to land all over her.

against a hard chest. As she listened to Ian’s pounding heartbeat, her heart, seemed

leaned against Ian’s chest when he’d been drunk. She’d listened to his heartbeat. It had been far slower than the speed at which it was racing now. Was

if you’re okay.” Ian’s voice was slightly irritated. He’d

of what had just happened, she shouted, Have you lost your mind? How could you ram—

open before she could finish. “Get out of