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 whether

Sage’s underlying meaning. He

put the pedal to the metal and shot forward before cutting into the lane Ian and Sage were in. Then, he drove in front

Ian the chance to overtake him. Even if Sage wasn’t the one driving, she couldn’t help feeling like Shane

a while,

turned to look at him. His face was devoid of emotion, but his gaze was

the car shoot forward like a wild horse set free. Sage had yet to

with a loud crash.

jolted forward and slammed back against the seat. When she looked up,

hadn’t stopped. He drove forward a bit

ramming into them.

Ian had reacted quickly enough to swerve

track. It rammed into a tree by

followed it. Sage was almost thrown out

then, the window shattered. Sage threw her

the glass about to land

she was pulled against a hard chest. As she listened to Ian’s pounding heartbeat, her heart,

leaned against Ian’s chest when he’d been drunk. She’d listened to his heartbeat. It had

okay.” Ian’s voice was

what had just happened, she shouted, Have

she could finish. “Get out of the car.

held a hand out to her as

rammed into someone’s car.