A Farewell After Being Reborn

When Ian got downstairs, Sage was already nowhere in sight.

“Mr. Holcomb, Mrs. Holcomb hailed a cab and left on her own,” the driver said tentatively.

Ian pursed his lips. He had the driver take him back to Solaris Estate. When he arrived, he saw Sage’s shoes strewn haphazardly on the floor. He went upstairs.

Sage’s door was shut. There wasn’t so much as a sound coming from inside. Ian lingered outside for a while but eventually decided against knocking on

the door.

The following morning, Ian went downstairs after finishing his morning workout. Wanda was serving breakfast. He sat by the dining table and glanced upstairs. “Wake her up for breakfast.”

Wanda said politely, “Mrs. Holcomb already left the house, Mr. Holcomb.”

Left? He’d deliberately given her some time to calm down last night, only intending to ask her about what had happened in the morning. Yet she’d already left the house?

“Where has she gone?”

Wanda shook her head. “I’m not sure. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even have breakfast; it looked like she had something important to do.”

Ian frowned. “Got it. You can get back to work.”

Wanda went to the kitchen. Ian called Terry. “Find out what happened at

Ivy’s apartment last night.”

Sage had been too out of the ordinary last night. She’d been reluctant to apologize, but at least she’d agreed to do it. Everything had been fine before she’d headed upstairs. Why did it seem like she’d been overflowing with

hatred for Ivy as soon as they’d met each other?

Ian had no doubt that if he hadn’t gotten there when he had, Sage would’ve killed Ivy. What could’ve caused her to react so aggressively?

Sage took a cab to the hospital Shane was at. She arrived at his hospital room after finding out which room he was in.

Shane was in a VIP room. Not only was there a bedroom and several people to care for him, but there was also a living room with a huge TV in it. There was even a water dispenser and a leather couch. It was as luxurious as a

hotel’s suite.

When Sage knocked on the door, the carer had just finished checking Shane’s blood pressure.

“My, my. That was fast, Mrs. Holcomb!” Shane smiled with interest when he saw her. “What made you think of visiting me?”

Sage placed the bouquet of lilies she’d bought on the coffee table. “It’s partly because of me that you’re injured, and I felt bad. That’s why I

dropped by to see how your recovery was going.”

Shane clucked his tongue. “You and your husband are an interesting match. Your husband sent you to visit me after getting me into an accident.”

The carer left the room after getting Sage a glass of water. Sage sat on the couch beside Shane’s. She smiled and said, “No one sent me here. I came

here of my own volition.”

Shane raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem too surprised. “I doubt you’re not here just to visit a patient, Mrs. Holcomb.”

It was so easy to talk to smart people. Sage didn’t beat around the bush. “I do have something to ask you about.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Oh? Don’t tell

“Something like that.” Sage smiled and took a sip of water. “You asked me whether you or Ian would win the bet, right?”

Shane’s expression became interested.

Sage continued, “I think you’ll win because your lady luck is here.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “My lady luck is here? Could you be talking about yourself?”

“Yeah.” Sage smiled. “I can help you score the deal with Mimosa.”

Shane let out a devilish laugh but didn’t say whether he believed her. “What are your conditions, Mrs. Holcomb?”

As expected of a businessman. She’d only just gotten started, but he was already asking her what she wanted. Sage said, “I want to join Farsight

Investment as your partner.

“Aside from Mimosa, I’ll bring with me 100 million dollars in capital. I can also guarantee to bring in at least two revenue–making projects per year.”

Shane crossed one leg over the other and asked with interest, “And how are you going to guarantee that?”

It wouldn’t be hard for certified investors to bring in two or three projects per year if they were hardworking enough, but even the most experienced. and elite investors in the industry couldn’t guarantee that their projects

would make money.

How could a trophy wife like Sage be so confident?

Sage knew what Shane was doubtful about, but she had the future on her side. She knew very well which projects would make money. All she was worried about was that her rebirth would affect things; that was why she didn’t dare to be greedy and had only guaranteed two projects per year.

“If I can’t do it, you can take my 100 million dollars as compensation,” she said calmly.

How interesting. Shane appraised her. She wore a loose woolen sweater over a pair of tight–fitting jeans. They made her legs look particularly slender, and long. Her style was casual yet charming.

At that moment, she looked calm and collected. She didn’t seem like she was pulling his leg or like someone who’d gone insane.

“You’re an interesting one, Mrs. Holcomb. Why would the wife of Holcomb Corporation’s president and the lady of an affluent household cough up 100 million dollars to work with me? Has the Holcomb

family run out of places to spend its money?”

Shane still didn’t believe her. Sage said seriously, “The money was a wedding gift given by my grandfather; it has nothing to do with the Holcomb family. Wanting to work with you is also a personal matter. I’ll bear full responsibility for this, whether or not I make money.”

In her previous life, after being admitted to the mental institution, her aunt had taken over the money, claiming that she was “watching over it” on Sage’s behalf. In this life, Sage wanted to make full use of it so that others would stop eyeing it.

Shane’s expression became a bit more serious at her words. “Your suggestion sounds pretty good, Mrs. Holcomb. But-”