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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She was the one who’d clung to him. That was why she’d

Sage’s underlying meaning.

before cutting into

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

a while, lan

his gaze was cold as he stared straight ahead. She had a bad feeling

car shoot forward like a wild horse set free. Sage had yet to realize what was going on when the front of the car rammed

car with a

skidded against the road as Sage’s body jolted forward and slammed back against the

hadn’t stopped. He drove forward a bit

into them.

if Ian had reacted quickly enough to swerve the car away,

go off track. It rammed into a tree by the roadside.

it. Sage was almost thrown out

then, the window shattered. Sage threw her arms over her head

the glass about to

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

voice was slightly irritated. He’d already released

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

she could finish.