Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 142 "Quite the courageous spirit, Goldman. You'd go that far for an unknown young man?" Harvey sneered, offering Baron a mocking round of applause. With a flick of his hand, he signaled his bodyguard, who tossed 30 beer bottles at Baron's feet. "Lwant to hear the bottles shatter, Goldman. Loud and sharp. If the sound doesn't last at least a second, we start again from the top. I'll be your scorekeeper. Enjoy yourself," Harvey said, his eyes fixed on Baron. Baron grimaced. He hadn't even started, yet his head already felt faint and unsteady.

"Do you have to make things so hard between us, old man?" "Shut up! My grandson cracked his skull because of your associate, and I'm here to demand justice! You're the one who insisted on playing the hero. You did this to yourself!" Harvey roared. "Who do you think you are, Goldman?! You think | give a damn about your company?" His authority pressed down like a weight, but my anger burned too hot to let it paralyze me. "How dare you?!" | shouted. ---- | snatched up a bottle from the ground, lifted it high, and prepared to hurl it at the old bastard's head. Baron seized my arm ina tight grip.

"No, don't! His three-time- champion bodyguard would knock you out before you even threw it. And if this turns into a fight... we're finished. Don't you see? That geezer's trying to provoke you. We can't let him win!" "And then what?! You're just gonna smash your skull thirty times because he says so?" | shot back, my voice burning hot. "He even offered to count-who's to say he'll count fair? Your head isn't built for this! Your life could be on the line!" How rotten did a grandfather have to be for his grandson to turn out this foul? Simple-the old man was every bit as vile himself.

I'd stake my neck that he already planned to cheat and make Baron start all over again. "But this is the only way. | have to protect you. You saved my life once," Baron answered firmly. Baron's jaw locked tight. He had run through a thousand possibilities, but every path led to nothing. He even considered revealing who Sebastian was. That would end the crisis instantly, but it would betray the Grimwalds and cost him his seat at the table of the ultimate elites. ---- To save Sebastian's life without exposing his secret, Baron would have to slam his head 30 times.

'God, grant me a skull of iron just this once, he pleaded inwardly. "Fuck it, I've been craving a shower anyway! Real men bathe in alcohol!" Baron declared, seizing a bottle and bracing it against his forehead. | grabbed another, set it against my own head, and grinned at him. "What you're doing for me today equals what | did for you back then, Barry. | won't let you shoulder this alone. We'll do it together, as sworn brothers! And after today... one day... I'll grind the Amos family into dust!" Baron met Sebastian's gaze and saw the fire blazing in his eyes. The sight pierced his heart.

For a fleeting moment, it felt as. though he were standing before the mighty head of the Grimwald family himself. All he could do was smile wryly. 'This kid has no clue. One day? More like tomorrow morning, if only Sebastian knew,' Baron thought ruefully.