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 yet to decide whether she wanted to make this

caught Sage’s underlying meaning.

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

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

enduring this for a while,

face was devoid of emotion, but his gaze was cold as

wild horse set free. Sage had yet to

Shane’s car with

back against the

stopped. He drove forward a bit before

ramming into

quickly enough to swerve the car away, Shane’s car

still made it go off track. It rammed into a

was almost

then, the window shattered. Sage threw her

saw the glass about to land

though. Instead, she was pulled against a hard chest. As she listened to Ian’s pounding heartbeat, her heart,

heartbeat. It had been far slower than the speed at which it was

Ian’s voice was slightly irritated. He’d

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

door open before she could finish. “Get out of the