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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who’d clung to him. That was why she’d yet

caught Sage’s underlying meaning. He

cutting into the lane Ian and Sage were in. Then, he drove in front of Ian, slowing down deliberately.

did and moved left when Ian did. He didn’t give Ian the chance to overtake him. Even if Sage wasn’t the one driving, she couldn’t help

a while, lan suddenly spoke

him. His face was devoid of emotion, but his gaze was

wild horse set free. Sage had yet

Shane’s car with a loud crash.

skidded against the road as Sage’s body jolted forward and slammed back against the seat. When she looked up, still feeling

drove forward a

ramming into them.

had reacted quickly enough to swerve the

It rammed into

almost thrown out of her

Sage threw her arms over her

about to land all over her.

a hard chest. As she listened to Ian’s pounding

she’d once 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 Ian

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

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

she could finish. “Get out of the car. Don’t stay inside!”