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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was the one who’d clung to him. That was

underlying

cutting into the lane Ian and Sage were in. Then,

did and moved left when Ian did. He didn’t give Ian the chance to overtake him. Even if Sage wasn’t the

tight.” After enduring this for a while, lan

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

like a wild horse set free. Sage had yet to realize what was going on

with a loud

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

drove forward a bit before reversing the

ramming into them.

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

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

was almost thrown out of her

threw her arms over her head

about to land all

pain 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

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

was

quickly sat up. At the thought of what had just happened, she shouted, Have you lost your mind? How could you

she could finish. “Get out