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.

already expired. Some of them were from renowned investment firms that many elites in the finance industry would die to get

she’d lost. In this life, she had to plan her life properly. She couldn’t ruin it by losing her mind over

and Ian’s impending divorce. This time

way, once she had the divorce certificate,

things when Wanda walked into the room. “Why are you packing your

on them and passing

caused trouble. Wanda had still treated her relatively well, though. It was just that her best friend had told her Ivy had bought Wanda over. She’d believed

“You’ve had to bear with my temper while caring for me. I hope you won’t

always been filled with resentment and was quick to fly into a rage. Why was she apologizing so calmly all of

being too kind, Mrs. Holcomb. I haven’t taken anything to

divorced. We’re gonna get

Sage, but she knew very well how Sage felt about Ian. Every day, Sage would rack her brains, thinking

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

don’t you, Mrs. Holcomb? Why are

anymore. That’s why I’ve chosen to

her mind when she saw Ian standing in the corridor outside. “Mr. Holcomb, you’re back. Have you eaten? I’ll whip you up

said mildly, “No, it’s fine. I only came back to

he turned to head to the study. Sage called

get

looked at Sage coldly and said, “I’m busy, so you’d better