Chapter 18
When Ian got downstairs, Sage was already nowhere in sight.
“Mr. Hob, Mrs. Hob hailed a cab and left on her own,” the driver said tentatively.
Ian pursed his lips. He had the driver take him back to Sris 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 sounding 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 nced upstairs. “Wake her up for breakfast.”
Wanda said politely, “Mrs. Hob already left the house, Mr. Hob.”
Left? He’d deliberately given her some time to calm downst 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 apartmentst night.”
Sage had been too out of the ordinaryst 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. Hob!” Shane smiled with interest when he saw her. “What made you
think of visiting me?”
Sage ced 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 ident.”
The carer left the room after getting Sage a ss 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. Hob.”
It was so easy to talk to smart people. Sage didn’t beat around the bush. “I do have something to ask
you about.”
“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 yourdy luck is here.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Mydy 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 devilishugh but didn’t say whether he believed her. “What are your conditions, Mrs.
Hob?”
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 dors in capital. I can also guarantee to bring in at
least two revenue–making projects per year.”
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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 dors aspensation,” 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 particrly 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. Hob. Why would the wife of Hob Corporation’s president and
thedy of an affluent household cough up 100 million dors to work with me? Has the Hob
family run out of ces 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 Hob 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,
iming 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. Hob. But-”