Chapter 89

No wonder Ian had been busy lately. It turned out that he was busy kissing up to the Shekdotters.

It must have been difficult for him. After all, he needed to do extra work on top of his regular workload at the company.

"Mrs. Holcomb," Ivy politely greeted when she saw Sage.

Being a sensible woman, she said to Ian, "Now that my job here is done, I'm going back to Bolton Investment."

"Okay."

Once Ivy left, Ian glanced at Sage, who had come here empty-handed. He seemed to be silently questioning her as to why she didn't buy anything for him.

Sage ignored his look as she asked coldly, "Where's the antique inkwell?"

Ian frowned, not understanding why Sage's demeanor had changed even though she had been friendly to him over the phone earlier.

He recalled Ivy's presence in his office just now, so he decided to be patient with Sage for once. "Ivy was here earlier to give me a report on tomorrow's banquet—"

"Your relationship with her has nothing to do with me," Sage interrupted. "Hur