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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him. That was

Sage’s underlying meaning. He sneered.

turned green. Shane put the pedal to the metal and shot forward before cutting into the

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

enduring this for a while, lan suddenly

him. His face was devoid of emotion, but his gaze was cold as he stared straight ahead. She

like a wild horse set free. Sage had yet to realize what was going on when the front of the

car with a loud

as Sage’s body jolted forward and slammed back against the seat.

drove forward a bit before

into

Ian had reacted quickly enough to swerve the car

off track. It rammed into a tree by the roadside. Another

followed it. Sage was almost thrown out of

Sage threw

saw the glass about to land all over

as she’d expected, though. Instead, she was pulled against a hard chest. As she listened

leaned against Ian’s chest when he’d been drunk. She’d listened to his heartbeat. It had been far slower than the speed at which it was racing

you’re okay.” Ian’s voice was slightly

happened, she shouted, Have you

finish. “Get out of the

a hand out to

words. He was the one who’d gone crazy and rammed into someone’s car. Why was he