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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clung to him. That was why she’d yet to decide whether she wanted to make

underlying meaning. He

the metal and shot forward before cutting into

did and moved left when Ian did. He didn’t give Ian the chance to overtake him. Even if

enduring this for a while,

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

put the pedal to the metal, making the car shoot forward like a wild horse set free. Sage had yet to realize what was going on when the front

with

slammed back against the seat.

Shane hadn’t stopped. He drove forward

ramming into them.

enough to swerve the car away, Shane’s car

rammed into a

almost thrown out of her seat.

shattered. Sage threw her arms over her

saw the glass about to

though. Instead, she was pulled against a hard chest. As she listened to Ian’s pounding heartbeat, her heart, seemed to beat in unison with it.

leaned against Ian’s chest when he’d been drunk. She’d listened to his heartbeat. It had been far slower than the

voice was slightly irritated. He’d already released

thought of what had just happened, she shouted,

open before she could finish. “Get out of