Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 570 | noticed something about Byleth seemed off, so | glanced over. To my shock, Byleth was watching something indecent, and it happened to be a "boss and secretary" themed video. She was completely absorbed, even typing comments below it. [The woman's acting is acceptable. The man is terrible. He's not handsome at all. My boss is much better looking. If my boss and | acted in it, it would look way better!] My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "This is on a plane with so many people. She is insane." | snapped my gaze forward, closed my eyes, and pretended | had seen nothing.

If not for the possibility of a second assassination attempt by a martyr in Sazaar, | would never have brought this version of Byleth along By the time we got off the plane, Byleth had put her phone away. She gave me a casual once-over, then suddenly asked, "Boss, when is your birthday?" ---- "What for?" "| want to buy you a gift. A suit. With a white dress shirt underneath. And a tie." She smiled brightly and sweetly at me while chills crawled down my spine. The outfit she described matched the male lead's wardrobe in that indecent video. Is she going to turn into the second Ashera?

What if she gets worked up one day and does what Ashera almost did... Force herself on me? And | cannot even beat her!' | felt powerless, so | brushed off the topic of birthday gifts and changed the subject. After leaving the airport, we dropped our luggage at the hotel and headed to the high-end business conference Winston had invited me to. The evening's theme focused on industry project exchange. A quick sweep of the hall showed no nationally renowned entrepreneurs, but every person in the room looked wealthy and influential "Byleth, | need to use the restroom.

Wait for me here." "alright, Boss." ---- The moment | closed myself inside a restroom stall and reached for my belt, hurried footsteps echoed outside. Before | could react, a petite man rushed into my stall and locked the door behind him. | stared at him, momentarily speechless. "Dude, this stall is taken." What kind of people were out tonight? "| know it's taken. You..." His attention stayed fixed on the shadows under the stall door. Several pairs of leather shoes stopped right outside. He stiffened, panicked, then turned to signal me not to speak. When he finally looked at me, he froze.

"What about me?" | said helplessly. "Can you go out? | need to relieve myself. | cannot hold it..." Before | finished, the little man grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me. "Mmph?!" My eyes flew open. A wave of revulsion shot up my spine. What in the world? A man had actually kissed me? And that was not the worst part. His hands were already roaming over me. ---- At that moment, the stall door was kicked open from outside. A group of tattooed thugs stared at us, stunned. Their faces turned green. "Uh, sorry to interrupt." They slammed the door shut without another word.

"Mmpht" Only then did | snap out of it, shove the man away, and gag in disgust. 'What is wrong with you? | am calling the police!"