A Farewell After Being Reborn

But Ian outright ignored Sage’s provocative outfit. Instead, he chased her out of his study.

Sage didn’t want to recall the dumb things she had done in the past. At the same time, she had no intention to argue with lan over them.

There were only a dozen or so days left till Linda’s birthday. When that day came, Ian would find out how determined Sage was in divorcing his ass.

As they danced, Sage noticed Ivy dancing with another man.

Ivy was wearing an ankle–length gown, so she looked exceptionally graceful while dancing. She seemed to share a pretty good chemistry with the man as well.

The man said something to her, causing her to flash him a radiant smile.

When Ian noticed Sage staring in a particular direction as though she was spacing out, turned to glance in the same direction, too.

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“Oh? You must be feeling uncomfortable, right? After all, your best female friend is dancing with another man intimately.” Sage pointed out, clearly relishing in Ian’s distress.

Ian turned back to look at her. “What does that have to do with me? Why would I feel uncomfortable about them dancing?”

Ian’s tone gave Sage a strange feeling that he was actually giving her a valid explanation. He had just told her that he didn’t care about Ivy at all.

Sage just harrumphed in response. She was about to retort when she noticed the chandelier above Ivy’s head swaying abnormally.

Before she could voice out her confusion, she witnessed the chandelier snapping off the chain.

Ivy’s dance partner instinctively felt that something was off. Propelled by his instincts, he took a wide step backward immediately. However, Ivy was left standing w looking surprised.

A loud bang sounded one second later.

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At the same time, Sage could feel Ian’s hand leaving her waist instantly. Just the second before, he was still holding her tightly without the intention of letting her go. Now, he was rushing toward Ivy.

Almost immediately, surprised screams mixed with concerned shouts and heated arguments erupted in the banquet hall. Someone could be heard calling 911 in the background.

Countless people rushed toward the dance floor. A few of them even bumped into Sage’s arm roughly.

Sage remained rooted to the spot on the dance floor without budging at all. She felt as though everything that had happened in the last moment was nothing but an illusion.

The sight of lan picking the injured Ivy up was just an illusion. The sympathetic and mocking looks trained on her were one big illusion as well.

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Sage had no idea how much time had passed before she heard Priscilla’s voice. She turned to look at the latter quietly.

“Are you hurt?” Priscilla asked in concern.

Sage shook her head. “No.”

By then, most of the guests had already left the dance floor. Only a pile of shards was left there.

Thanks to the sudden accident, the guests no longer had the mood to enjoy the banquet. They gradually left the place under the hotel staff’s guidance.

Many of the guests shot judgmental looks in Sage’s way. There were even people who tried to take photos of her from a secluded corner.

“Are you going home now? Why don’t I have my driver send you home?” Priscilla kindly asked while moving to block Sage from the cameras.

But Sage shook her head again. “Priscilla, you must’ve prepared many bottles of vodka, right?”

A look of surprise appeared on Priscilla’s face. “Yeah. You want to drink some?”

“Yeah.” Sage nodded.

Priscilla ordered her subordinates to bring in the vodka.

Mimosa had released the vodka in new designs. The alcohol now came in tiny oval bottles. At first glance, the product seemed more like a bottle of perfume with a simplistic design instead

of vodka.

When Priscilla noticed Sage staring at the vodka bottle, she explained with a chuckle, “I came up with this design before my divorce with Ben. He hated how feminine this design was, so he gave up on it entirely. I just want to be innovative, so I decided to use this design for Mimosa’s latest product launch.”

Sage remarked, “It looks special. At the very least, it makes me want to buy it.”

“Try it out.”

Priscilla opened a bottle of vodka and tried to pour Sage a glass. However, Sage turned her down immediately.

“There’s no need for wine glasses. The bottle’s size is very convenient, not to mention it looks great, too. I can just drink straight from the bottle.”

There were reporters attending the banquet. Priscilla was worried they might fabricate articles about Sage, so she suggested, “Why don’t we drink someplace else?”

Again, Sage shook her head.

“I want to drink here. Why don’t we drink together, Priscilla?”