A Farewell After Being Reborn

Regardless, since the investment plan was of no use to her anymore, Sage

decided to let Bolton Investment use it. She probed, “Can you add an extra ten thousand?”

Ian looked at her and said disapprovingly, “Sage, if you love money so much, why did you act so high and mighty before and claim you wouldn’t accept a penny for personal use?”

When they first got married, Ian had offered her a credit card to cover household expenses. But she had refused it. She had wanted to prove she wasn’t in it for the

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Consequently, she used her own funds for gifts and daily expenses. In hindsight, she genuinely regretted that decision.

“Why don’t you compensate me now?” Sage asked tentatively.

Surprisingly, Ian scoffed in response. “You’re divorcing me. Why should I cover your expenses?”

That was a predictable response from a businessman. He wouldn’t take any

losses.

Sage decided not to dwell on the matter. “Fine. One million it is.”

Ian then laid out his conditions. He said, “You’ll have to be involved in following up on the project and handling any modifications to the proposal.”

“Ian, you just don’t want to give me the money, do you?” Sage fumed. “I told you I won’t join Bolton Investment, and I won’t be involved in anything related to them!”

Ian suppressed his annoyance and said with a frown, “I can make an exception. and let you become an investment analyst in this project. This is your last chance. If you refuse, even talking to Grandma won’t help.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck! Are you seriously expecting me to be grateful to you?”

Sage ignored Ian’s angry yet confused expression and continued yelling, “Keep

your intentions to yourself. I won’t join Bolton Investment even if you come begging, much less go to Grandma for help!”

Hearing this, Ian couldn’t bear it anymore. “Sage, that’s enough with your act! Why did you spend so much effort making this investment, then? Don’t tell me it was just for fun?”

Sage chuckled. “It’s none of your business.”

Ian studied her indifferent face and bellowed, “You better not regret it!”

After that, he focused on his emails and ignored her.

Sage was relieved to be left alone and continued scrolling on her phone.

The car fell into silence again.

Shortly after, the driver brought them to a distinctive restaurant in Haldon City. It had a serene atmosphere, refreshing air, various private rooms with excellent views, and a garden area. It was a favorite spot among the upper class.

Once out of the car, Ian unexpectedly offered his arm to her. He gestured for her

to hold it.

Sage was befuddled. She asked, “Are you okay? Why act like a loving couple at a time like this?”

Ian retorted with a stern face, “Haven’t I humored you many times in such acts?”

Indeed, Ian used to cooperate with her in such situations. It was partly due to Linda’s request. The other reason was to avoid being the subject of gossip among

relatives.

It was easier to put on a show and save themselves the trouble.

To enjoy a peaceful meal, Sage forced a smile and linked her arm with Ian.

The waiter guided them to a charming private room by the garden. The room had excellent lighting, and in the center was a large round table with a decorative,

man–made waterfall. On the other side was an area for leisure and tea

ceremonies.

At this point, several relatives were already present. They were either sipping tea

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or chatting, which created a harmonious atmosphere.

Linda sat in a high–backed chair. She was surrounded by elegantly dressed women engaged in conversation.

“Grandma,” Sage called out.

Everyone’s eyes turned towards them, and Linda’s face lit up when she saw Sage. “Sage, you’re here!”

Then, Sage and Ian walked over to Linda together.