A Farewell After Being Reborn

"Do you think I'm referring to that?"

"What exactly are you referring to, then?"

"Sneak some classified information out of lan Holcomb's laptop for me,” Shane requested with all seriousness.

"Mr. Morrison, it's illegal to steal. I'm a model citizen, you know." "Anyone else doing so would be committing theft. As his wife, all you're doing is getting some information from your husband.” His argument rendered Sage speechless.

She was familiar with Shane's working style after collaborating with him for a while. He could not seriously be asking for any classified information. She deduced that Giselle Rosethorn was the reason he asked her for help.

After a brief moment of silence, she said, "Hasn't Ms. Rosethorn had enough? What do you want me to do?"

"You're smart," he said. "Giselle heard from someone that you're starting work at Farsight Investment next month. She wants to join you."

"So?"

think you need an

“No, I don't!"

have a deal!" With that, Shane hung up on Sage. She was dumbstruck by

Morrison! Why are you

to be Sage's assistant, even though he was fully aware of Giselle's hostility toward Sage. Sage thought

by the flower garden. The weeds, seemingly retaliating against her, sprung back. She

friendly-looking man in his mid-twenties. He donned athleisure wear and wore a pair

thought I'd run into you here." He approached her with a

she finally recognized him as Thomas’ grandson, Zachary Brent. After years of not meeting each other, Zachary had shed his youthful naivete and grown mature. He looked refreshed and

asked him to see Sage as a younger sister. Such a relationship might have

greeted him.

to pick you up from the airport, but I couldn't

worry about Grandpa and I! You're busy

her, he suggested, "Grandpa must be chatting with Donald. If you