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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for her. She was the one who’d clung to him. That was why she’d yet to decide

caught Sage’s underlying meaning.

forward before cutting into the lane Ian and Sage were in. Then, he drove in front of Ian, slowing down

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

a

but his gaze was cold as he stared straight ahead. She had a bad feeling about this. “You-”

like a wild horse

car with

and slammed back against

He drove forward a bit before reversing the car

ramming into

reacted quickly enough to swerve the car

it go off track. It rammed

it. Sage was almost thrown out of her

threw her arms over her head when

saw the glass about to land

hard chest. As she listened

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

voice was slightly irritated. He’d already

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

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

to

rammed into someone’s car. Why was he making it seem like she was