Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 569 No matter what | asked, Jeanine answered without hesitation. But after going through everything, disappointment settled in. The Youngkin family had built its foundation in the energy sector. Unlike the Amos family's media empire, | could not create a scandal or sway public opinion to bring them down. Most of the Youngkins' partners operated overseas, and Sleeping Giant could not reach them or influence them: Their mining sites stretched across the country.

They hired countless subcontractors to handle extraction while they focused on collection and reselling to foreign buyers. That resell alone produced a monstrous profit. "This business is something," | muttered, feeling helpless. Given the current situation, | had no leverage over the Youngkin family. If Sleeping Giant entered the energy sector with money alone, it would resemble a goldfish picking a fight with a shark- certain defeat. Worse, both their extraction network and their distribution channels stayed tightly guarded. | saw no point of entry.

At that moment, something seemed to occur to Jeanine. "Right, Mr. Grimwald. About the distributor we work with in Sazaar, the ---- Hill Group. Winston Hill invited you to visit Sazaar this morning. You have seemed troubled lately. Perhaps a trip would help clear your mind." Her suggestion matched a thought | had earlier. | nodded. "In that case, | might as well go. | can explore a new market and adjust my mindset at the same time." Jeanine set the arrangements in motion. This time, | informed almost no one. | brought only Byleth as my personal guard.

After | left the company, my exhausted mind felt as if it finally had room to breathe. | fell asleep on the plane almost instantly. When | opened my eyes again, we were still mid-air. Byleth knelt in front of me with her head lowered, her hands near my legs. The sight jolted me awake. "Byleth! This is a plane! What are you doing?" Flight attendants and several passengers turned their heads toward us. ---- Byleth lifted her gaze, confusion clouding her eyes. "What's wrong? My shoelace came loose when I came back from the restroom. | was tying it.

Why are you reacting like that?" Tying a shoelace? | looked down at last. My belt and pants were perfectly fine. Relief washed through me. "Sorry, Byleth. | had a nightmare. Come back up and sit." "Alright." She said nothing more and returned to the seat beside me. Before long, she leaned close to my ear, her voice low and oddly conspiratorial. "Boss, were you thinking something improper just now?" The teasing in her eyes left me helpless and exasperated. " improper how?" Was this gluttonous girl not cold and quiet when | first met her? When did her expressions multiply like this?

"You thought | was doing 'that' to you. | saw it in those adult videos. The pose looked similar. Boss, do you think that position feels good for men? The ones in the videos looked very happy. Do you want me to help you try?" | waved my hands before she could finish, my expression stiff. " ---- No. Absolutely not. | understand your intentions, but no. And do not say such things on a plane." After my warning, Byleth closed her mouth and sat properly with her earphones on, eyes on her phone, cheeks faintly red.