A Farewell After Being Reborn

What was she on about? Realization dawned on Sage the next moment, Wanda must’ve misunderstood because she cried and made a scene last night.

“Wanda, we didn’t…” Sage started with a slight blush. “I caused a ruckus last night because I was drunk.”

The middle aged woman assumed she was just shy, so she said softly, “Mrs. Holcomb, you should’ve shared a room with Mr. Holcomb a long time ago! It’s good for your relationship!”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and eat,” Ian said indifferently, ignoring Sage’s awkwardness.

“That’s right, Mrs. Holcomb, Hurry up and grab a bite. I’ll head to the kitchen first.”

Sage glared at lan after Wanda left. “Why didn’t you help me clear things up?”

He glanced at her. “I’m useless, remember? So what’s there to say?”

She thought about what a jerk he was, frustrated that he’d used her drunken words against her.

Sage was so embarrassed when she thought about what she whispered in Ian’s ear last night that she wanted the ground to swallow her up. It must’ve been the liquid courage.

“Do you always hit on guys when you’re drunk?” he asked lowly.

Sage blushed as she retorted, “I have no idea what you’re on about. I told you, don’t remember a thing.”

Ian sneered and was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. He answered the phone after checking the caller ID. Nodding, he replied apathically, “Got it. I’ll head to the hospital soon.”

Sage was well aware of who Ian was going to see at the hospital. She suddenly lost her appetite, so she picked up her bag to leave too.

“Where are you off to? You haven’t even eaten anything yet!” he called after her.

“I’m off to make an appointment for you at the urology department because I’m afraid that you’re suffering from ED!” Without so much as a backward glance, she strode out of the door.

Why was he dragging his feet and refusing to get divorced when he was well aware that Ivy was waiting for him? That worthless two–timer!

Sage received a phone call from Michael when she arrived at Mimosa.

“Hey. Sorry, but I’ve been swamped lately, so I haven’t been able to go to the gym. I promise I’ll hit the gym every day starting tomorrow,” she apologized as soon as she answered the phone.

Michael was caught off guard. He quipped, “I’m not calling about your training, Ms. Joyner. I called to ask if you were free this afternoon.”

“I should be. What’s up?”

“Well… our band is planning to have a barbecue, and we were wondering if you might want to join in on the fun,” he offered hesitantly.

Sage figured that he must have seen the trending news and was probably just worried that she was feeling down. He probably just wanted to invite her out for

some fresh air.

Even though she wasn’t as miserable as others might have thought, she was still touched that someone cared about her.

It wouldn’t hurt to join them since she had no plans for the afternoon. Besides, it was also a good opportunity for her to thank Michael’s friends who had helped her out in the past.

“Sure. Just text me the address. I’ll head over right now.”

After hanging up the phone, she walked into the office. As she did so, she noticed a familiar face inside Priscilla’s office. It was Shane Morrison.

He was lounging on the leather couch in the reception area dressed in a dark purple suit with a black shirt underneath. It was a little more formal than his usual attire, but he still looked carefree.

Long time no see, Ms. Joyner,” he greeted Sage.

It hadn’t been that long. He had practically invited her to be his meat shield just a few days ago.

Sage was about to ask him what he was doing here when Priscilla greeted her with a smile. “Sage! You’re here! Come sit with us.

Sage walked over and took a seat beside Priscilla. “Mr. Morrison just arrived a little while ago. I wasn’t able to notify you because you were already on your way here.”

She knew that he had a reason for visiting. Sage looked at Shane susplelously. ” What brings you here, Mr. Morrison?”

The man casually crossed his legs and responded with a grin, “Remember our bet, Ms. Joyner? I said I’d invest if you could restore Mimosa’s reputation. So

here I am, keeping my word.”

“Mr. Morrison’s willing to invest in Mimosa according to the terms you told me about before, Sage,” Priscilla added.

Sage hadn’t expected Shane to act so quickly. She couldn’t believe he was already approaching them for investment when Mimosa had only started gaining traction the night before. Moreover, he wasn’t taking advantage of the situation by demanding a higher shareholding ratio.

“Are you sure about this, Mr. Morrison? Mimosa is doing better now, but no one knows what will happen in the future,” she reminded.

“Oh?” Shane looked Sage in the eye. “Are you doubting yourself or Mimosa, Ms. Joyner?”

“I have faith in both myself and Mimosa!” she responded confidently.

He chuckled. “In that case, what else do I have to consider?”

It was definitely a good thing for Mimosa to be able to secure investment from Farsight Investment this quickly. It would be very beneficial for the winery’s development and listing.

“What’s your take on this, Priscilla?” Sage asked.

On one hand, accepting Shane’s investment would give Mimosa the resources it needed to grow. But on the other, she would be giving up the opportunity to work

with other investment banks.

Priscilla was not one to beat around the bush. “I’ve always thought Farsight Investment was a good company. Now that Mr. Morrison has expressed interest. in investing, of course, I can’t refuse.”

Sage had no reason to object since Priscilla was on board. With that, the three of them spent the rest of the morning hammering out the details of the contract and setting a date for the official signing.

Shane noticed it was already lunchtime and suggested, “Why don’t we grab lunch together? My treat.”

Priscilla still had a lot on her plate and politely declined. “Sage, I’ll be counting on you to join Mr. Morrison for lunch. Once again, thank you for your trust and support in Mimosa, Mr. Morrison.”

Sage had no reason to decline Shane’s invitation. After all, she was a temporary shareholder of Mimosa, and she was interested in doing business with Farsight Investment. Hence, she agreed. “Sure thing.” This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Ivy had regained consciousness in the hospital.

After conducting an MRI, the doctor told her, “You have a mild concussion, so you’ll have to stay in the hospital for a few days. Fortunately, the chandelier missed you by a hair’s breadth. Otherwise, your injury could’ve been much worse. However, your arm has been severely injured, so be sure to keep it dry, take it easy, and rest up.”

“I understand. Thank you, Doctor.”

Ivy turned to look at Ian gratefully after the doctor left. “Ian, I heard from the nurse that you were here until the wee hours of the morning. I’m so sorry for worrying you.”

“You’re one of my employees. It’s only right for me to be here when something happens,” Ian said apathetically.

Ivy caught his drift and smiled weakly. “I guess Sage is upset about last night, huh? I’ll talk to her and clear things up. After all, you were just doing your job when you took me to the hospital…” she coughed before she could finish her

sentence.

Ivy looked like she had been through hell. Her head and arms were wrapped in bandages, her face was as white as a sheet, and her body was shaking.

lan realized he had been too cold, especially since she had just regained consciousness and had no idea what had happened last night. “It’s not your fault. You don’t have to explain anything to anyone,” he said gently.

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