Wilson's first love coming back to town two months later and winning over Wendy, just like in their past lives, was Sage's worst nightmare coming true.Tiana handed the phone back to Sage. "I'll discuss this with Wilson first.""What more is there to discuss?" Sage asked. "Tiana, men often overlook what they have easily. If you forgive him so readily, he'll never truly appreciate you!"The mere thought of Tiana's past experiences made Sage desperate for her to distance herself from Wilson.Tiana looked over at Sage. Her tone was sincere yet determined. "Sage, I get where you're coming from, but Wilson means a lot to me as my first love. "I just can't bear the thought of letting him go, even if things don't work out in the end. I want us to part ways, if it comes to that, without any regrets or misunderstandings."Tiana appeared confident and strong on the surface. But deep down, she was extremely vulnerable. Losing her parents early in life left her craving the warmth of a lovin
Terry noticed that Ian hadn't been in the best mood lately. But luckily, Ian did a good job of keeping his own emotions in check and not taking it out on his employees.After their lunch meeting, Ian was supposed to come back for another meeting. But for some reason, he changed his plans and went to visit a hospital.When Ian returned, he looked even worse than he had in the past few days. It felt like the whole president's office was frozen with his frosty demeanor.Natalie, one of the secretaries, walked into Ian's office with a document for him to sign. She couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine when she approached the door.Natalie looked to Terry for help. However, he simply gave her a sympathetic shrug, indicating she was on her own. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on Natalie's side as Ian spotted a minor error in the document."Take it back and fix it!" Ian snapped, slamming the folder down on the desk. "What's going on with all of you? How could you mess up something so
Henry tossed the pile of papers aside in frustration. "Look, Sage is Layla's cousin. I'm just trying to get closer to Layla. What's wrong with having some connection to Sage?"Ivy scoffed, "You're supposedly pursuing Layla, but you're going to the same boxing gym as Sage and constantly messaging her privately? It seems like you believe Sage is a better option than Layla and want to pursue her too!""Okay, so what if I do?" Henry shrugged, not bothered by Ivy's accusations. "You clearly don't like Sage anyway. If I can take care of her as well, isn't that solving a problem for you?"Ivy had told Henry to do whatever it took to win over Layla, earn her trust, and become part of the Joyner family. But she never brought up Sage.Little did Ivy know, but while Henry was focusing on Layla, he had his eyes on Sage too. There was even plenty of secret communication between them."As if Sage would go for you," Ivy sneered. She couldn't imagine Sage being interested in Henry, especially con
"Henry, never forget that I granted you and Aunt Sandra the life you have now." Ivy's voice carried a cold, cutting edge. "If it weren't for me, your reckless fight that left crippled someone would have landed you in prison." Sandra, sensing the rising tension, hurriedly intervened. "Ivy, calm down. Henry remembers it. We'll do everything we can to assist you." Sandra gave Henry a gentle nudge, signaling him to speak up. "It's useless to blame me now. With the terrible situation now, how can we salvage the company?" Henry responded. Despite the boiling rage within her, Ivy shot a piercing glare at Henry. "Aunt Sandra, please leave us," Ivy commanded. With a sigh, Sandra exited, leaving Ivy and Henry to face each other. "Don't act oblivious. Not even divine intervention can save the company now. Do you how much money I've invested in this project?" Ivy's voice was sharp with accusation. "All these losses were because of your negligence. You must bear the consequences!"
"Sage, you can't keep living in hotels. Find a place near the company, and I'll cover the expenses," Donald suggested. Sage politely declined. "Grandpa, it's not necessary. I can afford to buy my own place." Donald chuckled. "Look at you, all grown up and independent. Wasn't it you who once said you'd never buy a house because you'd always be with Ian?" During her college years, Donald offered to get Sage an apartment in the city for her convenience once she started working.However, she firmly turned him down as she was confident that she would marry and live with Ian. She thought buying a house was unnecessary. Back then, her heart was filled only with Ian, and she believed that they would never part. Reflecting on it now, she realized how naive that was. She could still have her own space even after marriage. "Grandpa, stop making fun of me!" Sage pouted. "Let's not bring up the past." "Alright, alright, no more teasing!" The next morning, Sage entered Farsight Inves
Shane's demeanor soured at the mention of his name. "The doctor rattled off a list of his health issues. But after consulting a specialist, they seem to be merely minor issues." Craving a breath of fresh air, Shane retracted the car's roof. The atmosphere lifted instantly, transforming the sports car into an open-top convertible. "I wonder who told Dad about my ongoing feud with Ian, prompting him to summon me back." Despite his refusal to tell her earlier, Sage's curiosity was piqued. "Why do you have such a strong dislike for Ian?" Shane's voice turned icy. "He owes me, and I plan to settle the score." "What could he possibly owe you?" Sage probed. Knowing it couldn't be financial, given the affluence of both the Morrisons and Holcombs, Sage pressed on. Shane drove on in silence, clearly reluctant to elaborate. Growing impatient, Sage cleaned her hands with a tissue. "Shane, if you've got something to say, just spill it. What's the point in being cryptic?" As luck wou
Sage sighed deeply. "I'm afraid too. Terrified, actually." "Coward—" Shane was cut off as Calvin's car zipped past them. As the vehicle sped by, Sage's eyes instinctively met Calvin's cautious smile, while Ian's expression remained cold and inscrutable. "If you're hesitant to let them go, I could speed up and tail them," Shane teased. Sage shot Shane a disdainful look. "Childish." Driving a good distance ahead, Calvin checked the rearview mirror to ensure Shane and Sage weren't following them. He breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely concerned earlier that Ian might attempt to seize the wheel to crash into Shane's car. While Shane might survive a collision, what if Sage got hurt? Who would bear that responsibility? Noting Ian's quiet demeanor, Calvin jestingly remarked, "Ian, isn't Sage part of Farsight Investment now? She and Shane must have some business, which explains their outing." "Do you discuss business in a sports convertible without a chauffeur or secretary?"
The woman was strikingly beautiful, and her voice was soft and gentle. A glint of concern in her dazzling eyes stirred a protective instinct in anyone who looked her way. Sage flashed her a reassuring smile. "No worries." "What's going on?" Shane ended his call and approached the ladies.Observing the woman's concern for the kitten, Sage chose to keep the minor incident to herself. "It's nothing. Let's go." With a nonchalant shrug, Shane followed her into the teahouse. The teahouse exuded an ageless charm and radiated an air of grace and antiquity. On the ground floor, a harpist played amidst soft fountains and a delicate mist, lending an almost otherworldly atmosphere to the main hall. A waiter led them upstairs to a private room. The second floor was a sanctuary, with antique furnishings and the comforting aroma of tea, which provided an immediate calmness to the soul. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Sage detected another faint fragrance—a subtle, sweet scent. It was per