A Farewell After Being Reborn novel Chapter 133

To be honest, everyone at Mimosa could have thought of it. But because they had all been panicking, their natural instinct to play it safe prevented them from thinking clearly.

"I have to admit that it's a rare treat to see you blush," Shane remarked.

Sage couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. "Well, are you satisfied with this solution, Mr. Morrison?"

"Eh, it's alright." He rose to his feet. "Since we're done here, you're coming with me."

"Where are we going?"

"To talk outside." Shane straightened his coat and walked out of the office.

Sage said goodbye to Priscilla and followed him outside. Sage, still a little peeved about Shane's earlier behavior, said coldly, "So what's with all the secrecy? Where are we headed? Just so you know, we're not exactly friends, so don't come to me for anything unrelated to work."

"The feeling's mutual." Shane cast a disdainful glance at Sage. "I've got my eye on a new project, and I want you to take a look into it."

She hadn't officially joined Farsight Investment yet, but he was already putting her to work by dragging her along to look into a project. She rolled her eyes as she thought of how exploitative he was.

"Are you cursing at me in that pretty little head of yours?" He arched his brow. "You weren't like this when you were practically begging me for cooperation."

Sage was tongue-tied. "Will I be compensated for looking into the project?" she asked.

"Please don't be so calculative, Ms. Joyner. After all, you're the wife of Holcomb Corporation's CEO," Shane mocked.

Sage retorted, "I'm nothing compared to you, Mr. Morrison. After all, I barely nicked your car, but you demanded millions in compensation."

Sage was rendered speechless. She drove out of the parking lot and was about to exit onto the main road when she heard a loud bang. She felt the car being rear-ended.

Panicking, she looked at Shane through the rearview mirror. "It's not my fault! I didn't slam on the brakes or cut anyone off. It's entirely on them."

His face immediately darkened. Sage wasn't sure if he was upset with her or with the other driver. But suddenly, a seductively dressed woman appeared and knocked on the car window.

Sage rolled down the window, but the woman's gaze went straight to the backseat.

"I can't believe it's you, Mr. Morrison! I'm so sorry. I just stepped on the gas too hard. I'll take full responsibility." Her voice was sultry, and her perfume was strong. She was practically leaning into Sage's seat.

"Miss, your chest is kind of squishing my arm," Sage blurted out.