A Farewell After Being Reborn

Chapter 55

“Even though Sage is quite annoying about it, you haven’t divorced her yet. Isn’t it a little inappropriate?” Calvin asked.

Ian was irritated. “If you have something to talk to me about, speak right now. If not, get lost.”

Just then, the secretary came in with the coffee. So, Calvin pleasingly handed it to Ian. “Ian, have some coffee. Don’t let your throat go dry.”

There was indeed some discomfort in Ian’s throat. So, Ian accepted the mug.

“Heh. Ian, I’m sure you know why I’m here.”

After the secretary had gone out, Calvin began to plead his case. “My dad is very serious about the gulf project. If you turn it down, I’ll lose my freedom for the next few months. No, I’ll lose it for the whole year!

“He’ll drag me to the company and force me to take lessons!”

Ian said, “Great. Then I won’t have to listen to you yapping anymore.”

“Ian, you can’t do this.” Calvin sobbed, “Remember when you and Shane got into a fight at school back then? Who rushed forward to help you with abandon?”

“Do you mean that time when he kicked you to the ground? When you grazed your skin and bled, and you fainted at the sight of the blood? When I almost lost. because I was distracted by you?”

Calvin fell silent. “But you have to admit that I was loyal enough to help you out, right?”

massaged the space between his eyebrows. “Write another detailed and plausible letter of intent on your own. Then, deliver the presentation on

put on a sour expression. “I

back to your

do

always been strong in the mental aspect. He accepted it after a mere fleeting moment. Then, he was even in the mood to keep gossiping.

woman you like, you shouldn’t be a two–timer.

Calvin. “Get lost. In the future, you’re not allowed into my office

understand why Ian became

mentioned Sage twice, and Ian got angry on both occasions. Ian was probably troubled because he

it, Ian. I’ll leave right

“Don’t worry, I’ll always support you. I’m always

his eyes. He didn’t have

the time Sage woke up, it was already

tell Priscilla about Benjamin. Then, she finally went to sleep in a

washed up and went downstairs. Wanda was preparing lunch.

Holcomb, have some soup first. You’ll have to wait a little longer for the meal.” Wanda ladled some soup

“What’s that?”

pointed at a package on the