A Farewell After Being Reborn

It turned out that the video call had gone through.

A pair of lust–filled eyes kept staring at Sage from the other end of the line. The lust in Ian’s eyes was so intense that he couldn’t tear his gaze from his screen.

Sage’s mind went blank for a moment.

What the heck just happened? She remembered declining the call, so how did the call go through?

The moment Sage noticed Ian staring at her breasts, she snapped out of her trance instantly. Heat rushed up her cheeks immediately, coloring them a brilliant shade of scarlet.

“You pervert!” she roared before sweeping her phone off the end table.

It ended up falling onto the carpeted floor.

Poor Sage could only mentally scream, “Ah! This is so embarrassing!”

She covered her face, wishing nothing more than to vanish on the spot.

Why did she hit the wrong button? Why didn’t she glance at the screen one more time after hitting the button?

Thanks to her blunder, she was now stuck in such an awkward situation.

Ian, that fucker! How dared he remain silent even though he saw her changing into her gown? That shameless jerk was even peeping on her!

“I need to deal with something at the moment, so I can’t go home for now. I’ll have the driver come over and pick you up later.”

Sage was mentally berating herself when she heard Ian’s hoarse voice drifting fr phone’s loudspeaker.

That bastard still hadn’t hung up!

er

Sage was so furious that she turned off her phone on the spot. She paused to think for a moment before turning it on again. This time, she chose to text Ian..

“I’m bringing a friend along to the banquet,” she wrote.

“Who’s that friend?”

“I’m not telling you.”

Ian replied, “Give me a reason why I should agree to your request.”

Sage responded righteously, “You peeped on me just now.”

Maybe lan was rendered speechless by her remark. A minute ticked past before he finally texted, “Don’t forget your duty as my plus one.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t forget about it.”

Ian never replied to Sage’s message after that, which led to her viewing it as a “yes“.

The banquet was held in the banquet hall of a five–star hotel.

Terry approached Sage the moment she got out of the car. “Mrs. Holcomb, the board of directors from Holcomb Corp. are here. Mr. Holcomb is currently socializing with them. I’ll lead you to the venue.”

“It’s alright. I still need to wait for one more person.

Terry was slightly curious. “Who are you waiting for, Mrs. Holcomb? If you’re talking about your friend, Ms. Stromberg, then she’s already here.”

“Not her.”

Coincidentally, a black car drove over at that moment. Sage gestured at it while saying, “She’s

here.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Terry turned to see a woman in her 40s getting out of the black car in a fancy dark purple gown. He was stunned when he finally made out the woman’s features.

It was Priscilla, also known as the wife of Mimosa’s former president. She also acted as the current person in charge of Mimosa.

Terry knew the guest list of the banquet well. He was very sure that none of Mimosa’s employees were invited to the banquet.

After all, Mimosa had gotten dragged into so many scandals lately. Benjamin’s scandal almost implicated Bolton Investment as well.

Besides, there were many industrial experts attending the banquet tonight. They knew of each and every scandal involving Mimosa very well.

If anyone from Mimosa were to enter the banquet hall right now, they’d definitely become the

center of attention.

To think that Priscilla actually showed up to attend the banquet. Not to mention, she was also the friend Sage was waiting for.

“Priscilla!” Sage walked over to Priscilla immediately. “You look amazing tonight! Wow, you look so elegant, refined, and incredibly charming!”

Priscilla laughed heartily. “You’re the real beauty here, Sage. You have such a wonderful figure. Just look at that tiny waist of yours. Not even celebrities can outshine you.”

“Thank you, Priscilla,” Sage replied happily.

She continued in a friendly manner, “Let’s tone down the praising and get a move on. I bet we’ll definitely attract everyone’s attention in our get–up.”

Just as Sage was about to lead Priscilla into the banquet hall, she noticed Terry’s conflicted expression.

“Don’t worry. lan promised me that I could bring someone into the venue.”

Sage pulled out her phone from her handbag and showed Terry the messages she had sent to Ian. Of course, she had already deleted the text regarding lan peeping on her.

“This should be enough as proof, right?” she asked.

Terry extended a hand. “Mrs. Holcomb, Ms. Davis, this way, please.”

Sage and Priscilla held hands as they headed toward the elevator.

The banquet hall was brightly lit. Countless guests were milling about in the large hall, clinking glasses with each other as they chatted merrily. The atmosphere was boisterous, to say the least.

While Terry went ahead to search for lan, Sage and Priscilla walked toward the guest lounge in the banquet hall.