Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 133 Terry curled one finger down. "When time's up, all of you bozos are leaving this place on a stretcher at least-wait! Except you." He pointed at Jeanine with a devilish grin. "You might not even make it out. And when that happens, you won't be exclusive, babe. I'll share you with my homies. Just, you know, consider that." It was a threat-and a potent one. | could feel her trembling behind me. She was close to breaking down. | scanned the surroundings, my mind racing for any possible solution. Suddenly, Lucas stepped in front of me, blocking my view.

He smiled and tried to ease the tension. "Mr. Amos, | think we can agree this is a misunderstanding, right? We are with Baron Inc. Our CEO, Mr. Baron Goldman, is on his way. I'm sure we can. parley." Lucas suggested, "What if Mr. Goldman offers 1.3 million dollars as compensation for the damage to your nose?" That was effectively Baron Goldman bending the knee-offering that much over a punch Terry had earned fair and square. My employees seethed, but none voiced their outrage. It was ---- humiliating yet practical. They saw the crowd Terry had gathered and understood the odds.

Even Baron, usually untouchable, had chosen to yield. What chance did the rest of us have? "Mr. Grimwald might have gotten in too deep this time..." someone muttered. "So what?" another snapped. "We don't cower now! If any of you run when the shit hits the fan and abandon Mr. Grimwald, you'll be cowards in my eyes forever!" "No one abandons our boss! | believe in Mr. Grimwald! Even if Terry destroys us today, we will go down together!" Terry's patience was thinning. Meanwhile, Lucas was still waiting for an answer. "One minute left!" Terry called out. Anxiety crossed Lucas' face. "Mr.

Amos, Mr. Goldwater is on his way. Please, let's resolve this diplomatically. We can even increase the compensation to 2.8 million-" Terry cut him off with a brutal knee strike into Lucas' abdomen. Lucas crumpled into the corner and retched for a full minute. "You think you can just throw 2.8 million at me like I'm some ---- hooker? | used to have the nose of a god, and that bitch ruined it! "Terry roared. "And who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like some rep? | don't care about your boss!

He's just a parvenu with a bit of luck!" Terry glared at Lucas, who was curled in a fetal position, coughing in pain. He smirked and spat on him. | couldn't watch anymore. Rage erupted from my chest. My hand curled into a fist, picturing myself smashing him to pieces. " Fuck you!" "What? You got a problem with this?" Terry sneered. His bodyguards moved forward instantly. If | struck him now, they would all hit me at once. | forced myself to stop, teeth clenched. "Haha, you're a pussy after all!" Terry laughed. He raised his hand and began counting down.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven-" "Stop!" Jeanine cried, tears streaking her face. "It's my fault! I'm so sorry, Mr. Amos! It's my fault! You can... You can do anything to me. B-But leave Mr. Grimwald, Lucas, and everyone else alone .. Please!"