Chapter 44

When Sage realized that Ian had reverted to his usual demeanor and tone, she became even more certain that he had only pretended to be drunk to fool her. Infuriated, she briskly walked ahead and left Ian behind.

A faint perfume lingered as Sage's silhouette faded into the distance.

Ian sent a text to Calvin. "I'm rejecting the letter of intent to collaborate with Luther Enterprise's gulf project."

Then, without waiting for Calvin's response, he switched off his phone.

…

Concerned that Ian might be too drunk, Terry tagged along with the driver to the restaurant to pick them up. He let the driver wait before approaching the private room.

Inside, Ian sat on a bench while supporting his forehead with one hand. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he looked uncomfortable.

Terry was about to call out to him when Sage, holding a towel in one hand, discreetly walked over to Ian from the dining table. Her other hand was hidden beneath the towel.

Terry wisely kept silent. He watched