A Farewell After Being Reborn

Chapter 89

No wonder Ian had been busy lately. It turned out that he was busy kissing up to the

Shekdotters.

It must have been difficult for him. After all, he needed to do extra work on top of his regular workload at the company.

“Mrs. Holcomb,” Ivy politely greeted when she saw Sage.

Being a sensible woman, she said to lan, “Now that my job here is done, I’m going back to Bolton Investment.”

“Okay.”

Once Ivy left, Ian glanced at Sage, who had come here–empty–handed. He seemed to be silently questioning her as to why she didn’t buy anything for him.

Sage ignored his look as she asked coldly, “Where’s the antique inkwell?”

Ian frowned, not understanding why Sage’s demeanor had changed even though she had been friendly to him over the phone earlier.

He recalled Ivy’s presence in his office just now, so he decided to be patient with Sage for once. “Ivy was here earlier to give me a report on tomorrow’s banquet

“Your relationship with her has nothing to do with me,” Sage interrupted. “Hurry up and give me the inkwell. I’m quite busy, too, you know.”

Ian fell silent at that moment. In the end, he dug out a wooden box with the antique inkwell in

from his drawer.

don’t I cancel my meeting and head over to Grandpa’s house with you?”

for that.”

spun on her heel

had to get a

should she continue tolerating Ian’s infidelity toward her? Was she so pathetic to the

Sage outside the elevator. He was torn between greeting her or letting her be when he noticed her brushing past him with

perplexed, to say the least. Since when was

entering the president’s office was Ian’s thunderous

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glanced at Calvin, clearly annoyed. “Why are you calling her by her name? Mind your

manners,”

was rendered speechless by Ian’s sudden outburst. He had always been addressing Sage by her name, and he knew for a fact that Ian had never said anything about it in

was pretty experienced when it came to romance and dating. He knew what the trigger was right

his unusual attention to something as miniscule as how Sage

earlier, right? She didn’t seem

pointed look. At first, he didn’t like how much of a gossipmonger Calvin was, but he couldn’t put his finger on Sage’s fluctuating emotions. So,

Mrs. Holcomb looked unhappy the moment she saw Ivy, right?” Calvin looked confused. “But Ivy was here

is the type to lump business and leisure matters together. Ian, I need you

goodbye to her before leaving with the gift box.