A Farewell After Being Reborn

“Get me a pen!” Ian barked.

“Mr. Holcomb, Mr. Jones and the others are still waiting for you to sign the contract. It’s almost time.” Just then, Terry walked over to remind Ian in a low voice.

This was regarding an important business deal Holcomb Corporation had been negotiating for a while. Sage’s sudden appearance was causing them to almost be late.

Ian immediately forgot about Sage. He and Terry hurried out of the building.

“Ian!” Sage ran after him.

“Drag her away!” On Ian’s orders, a few security guards surrounded Sage.

She knew he was a workaholic; it seemed like there wouldn’t be time for them to get the divorce over with today. Sage had no choice but to shout, “I’ll see you at City Hall at 9:00 am tomorrow!”

Ian got into the waiting car with a poker face, then sped off without a word.

Did this mean he would be there or not? Sage bet he would. He couldn’t wait to be free of her, after all. She relaxed.

When Sage returned to the villa, she logged in to her email account, which she’d abandoned for some time. There were a few job offers from some investment firms. Instead of deleting them like she normally did, she opened them one by one and read them.

from renowned investment firms that many elites in the finance industry would die to get

this life, she had to plan

her résumé out to a few companies, Sage thought about her and Ian’s impending divorce. This

the computer off and started packing her stuff. That way, once she had the

“Why are you packing your things, Mrs. Holcomb? Are you

household staff from spying on them and passing messages to Linda, he’d refused to have household staff from

her relatively well, though. It was just that her best friend had told her Ivy had bought Wanda over. She’d believed it and had made life hard for Wanda on several

She added apologetically, “You’ve had to bear with my

and was quick to fly into a rage. Why was she apologizing so calmly all of a

taken anything to heart. But why are

“Ian and I are getting divorced. We’re gonna get

for Sage, but she knew very well how Sage felt about Ian. Every day, Sage would rack her brains, thinking of ways to please

Ian liked paintings, Sage had filled the house with famous paintings. And since Ian liked to read, Sage had placed books everywhere in the house, even in the garden. Everything she ate, wore, and used was tailored to suit Ian’s

love Mr. Holcomb deeply, don’t you, Mrs. Holcomb? Why are you

anymore. That’s why

thing. She was about to try to persuade Sage to change her mind when she saw Ian standing in the corridor outside. “Mr. Holcomb, you’re back. Have you eaten? I’ll whip

only came back to collect some

to head to the study. Sage called out to him. “Wait

Mrs. Holcomb, I should get to work. I’ll

coldly and said, “I’m