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

Sage’s underlying meaning. He

into the lane Ian and Sage were in. Then, he drove

overtake him. Even if

a while,

was devoid of emotion, but his gaze was cold as he stared straight

pedal to the metal, making the car shoot forward like a wild horse set free.

car with a loud crash.

as Sage’s body jolted forward and slammed back against

forward a

ramming into them.

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

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

almost thrown out

Sage threw her arms over her head

the glass about to land all

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

chest when he’d been drunk. She’d listened to his heartbeat. It had been far slower than the speed

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

happened, she shouted, Have you lost your mind? How could

door open before she could finish.