Chapter 10
The man was handsome. He wore a casual white suit. If the average Joe were to wear something like
that, it’d be a disaster. But on the man, the white Sult entuated the natural nobility andziness in
his temperament.
He was devilish.
Sage couldn’t help feeling like she’d seen him somewhere before but
couldn’t remember where.
“Mr. Morrison,” the driver said nervously.
The man looked at Sage.
“I’m sorry for dying you. I’ll take full responsibility for this,” Sage said earnestly.
The man smiled devilishly. “Aside from the cost of fixing the car, you’ll also have topensate me for
the mental distress you’ve caused me and the cost of dying my business.
“I have a deal worth ten billion dors that I need to sign the contract for. Now that you’ve dyed me,
you’re gonna have to bear responsibility for all
of that.”
Sage smiled faintly at his preposterous demands. “You look like a proper gentleman, sir, and an affluent
one to boot. I didn’t expect you to make a living through extortion.”
It was no wonder the driver had been so familiar when taking photos of the damage done.
The man didn’t get mad. His expression remained devilish as he said, “It doesn’t matter what I do for a
living. If you can’t afford topensate me, have your car’s owner deal with me.”
Sage understood now. The man’s target was actually Ian. At the same time,
lightbulb lit up in her mind. She remembered who the man was now- Shane Morrison, Ian’s biggest
competitor.
In her previous life, she’d nevere into direct contact with Shane. But when she’d been in the
mental institution, she’d seen him on the news before. At the time, Shane’s worth was almost
equivalent to Ian’s. Thepany he’d established had also been second only to Hob Corporation.
“Mr. Hob, there’s a woman here who ims to be your wife. She rammed into my car while driving
your car. What do you think we should do about this?” Sage was still taking a trip down memoryne
when Shane had already called Ian.
“Here, talk to your husband.” He handed the phone to her.
Sage was speechless. Then, she epted the phone and said, “Hello?”
“Did you drive out alone?” Ian sounded impatient, but his tone wasn’t too
nasty.
“Yeah.”
“Are you injured?”
“No.”
“Stay there.” He hung up after that.
“I’ve long since heard about Mr. Hob having a gorgeous wife. Today, I’ve finally gotten to see you
in person. It looks like the rumors are all true!” Shaneplimented. But who knew whether he was
being sincere?
To hell with him and his rumors. Ian hadn’t thrown her a wedding when marrying her. Only those
closest to him knew he was married.
Sage put on a perfunctory smile. “Well, I’ve long since heard about you being good at raking in the
dors, Mr. Morrison. It’s admirable and an honor to meet you in person.”
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As she spoke, she used Shane’s phone to dial her number. He watched her with interest. “I hope that
you won’t hold out on me if I ever get the chance to learn a thing or two from you in the future.”
She returned his phone. He raised an eyebrow. “Let’s see how things go.”
Soon, the traffic police and Shane’swyer arrived. Ian was right behind them in his Maybach.
Sage was surprised to see Ian get out of the car. It was good enough if he could send Terry to deal with
something like this. What was he doing here in person?
Terry spoke to the police andwyer while Ian walked over to her and
Shane. He wore a ck shirt which entuated his handsome features. His sharp suit and wless
figure made him exude a natural regality and
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Earlier, Sage had felt that no one could hold a candle to Shane’s devilishly handsome looks. Now that
Ian was here, she couldn’t help thinking that Ian
was a tad bit better than Ian.
“It’s been a while, Mr. Hob.” Shane held out a hand.
Ian ignored him. He nced at Sage instead. “What happened?”
“It was just a normal ident at first, but he wanted to extort you.” Sage pointed at Shane, pushing the
me on him.
“Now, now. There’s a little bit of an issue with what you’ve just said, Mrs. Hob. I’m not extorting–I’m
robbing.” Shane didn’t get mad.
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On the contrary, he gave Ian a challenging look. “I heard Bolton Investment is thinking of investing in
Mimosa, Mr. Hob. Just so you know, I’m taking that away from you. Think of it as my first gift to
you upon returning to the country.”
Ian snorted almost inaudibly. “Can you handle it?”
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“How about we make a little bet, Mr. Hob? If I bag the deal, you’ll have to give me the piece ofnd
for the Green City.”
Ian snorted again. “You’ve got a big appetite.”
Shaneughed as well. “I’ll take it that you’ve agreed to the bet, then.”
Ian ignored him. He said to Sage, “Get in the car.
Then, he strode toward the Maybach. Sage didn’t want to leave with him, but he’de in person to
deal with the ident she’d caused while driving his car. She couldn’t be too rude, so she followed
him.
As she got ready to open the back seat door, Ian said coldly, “Do you think I’m your driver?”
Sage had nothing to say in return. She got into the front passenger seat.
Ian didn’t look too pleased as he drove. In the past, Sage would thank him gratefully and tell him every
minute detail of what had happened. Now, she didn’t think there was anything for them to talk about.
She scrolled on her phone instead.
They made the journey in silence. Suddenly, a car behind them honked and
shed its lights incessantly.
Sage looked at it in the rearview mirror. It was Shane–he was following
them in his dented car.
Ian saw him as well. He didn’t speed up or slow down, merely continuing to
drive at his own pace.
There was a red light ahead. Shane stopped the car in thene to Sage’s right. He waved a hand at
her, indicating that he had something to say.