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

caught Sage’s underlying meaning. He

pedal to the metal and shot forward before cutting into the lane Ian and Sage were

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 feeling like Shane was taking things too

for a while,

but his gaze was cold as he

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

with a

as Sage’s body jolted forward and slammed back against the seat.

hadn’t stopped. He drove forward a bit before reversing

ramming into

had reacted quickly enough to swerve the car

It rammed into a tree by the roadside.

Sage was almost thrown out of her seat.

window shattered. Sage threw her

about to land all over her.

didn’t come as she’d expected, though. Instead, she was pulled against a hard chest. As she listened to Ian’s pounding heartbeat, her heart, seemed to beat

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

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

had just happened, she shouted, Have you

open before she could finish. “Get out of the

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