Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 607 "Otherwise, don't blame us for getting rough." The other thugs jumped in at once. "Drake, why waste breath on him?" "This old guy has money and just refuses to cough it up. Taking his wife's cornea would earn us even more." "Right. We outnumber them. Two people, and one of them is sick." Drake Vardon stayed silent. He fixed Emin with a taunting stare that dared him to refuse. One wrong word would cost Emin his wife's cornea. "You dare! My 6,000 dollars is for my wife's medication. | can't hand it over. She already ran out." Emin spoke with a strained voice.

Strength of spirit meant little when poverty pinned him down, and he felt the weight of that truth now, He had finally found a decent employer. Life had started to brighten. Now these collectors wanted to snuff out that small hope. "Even if your wife drops dead, what does that matter to us?" ---- "No money? Then | won't hold back. Move it. If | hit her by accident, too bad." Drake kicked a stool. It skidded to a stop at my feet, a clear dare. | had seen enough. "Fine. How much does he owe you? I'll pay." Emin's eyes reddened with shame and helplessness. "Mr.

Grimwald, | can't take your money anymore!" "It's fine." | steadied him with a gesture and looked at Drake. The thug sized me up again. His gaze drifted over my clothes and the way | carried myself, and greed sparked in his eyes. "He borrowed 16,000 dollars. Three months passed. With interest, he owes 32,000 dollars now." Less than 100 days, and the debt doubled? | stared him down. "This is loan-sharking." Emin moved to check the bedside drawer for the contract. " Exactly. When we signed the contract, the interest wasn't anywhere near that. You suddenly want another sixteen thousand?

No way!" Drake sneered, "Don't bother. We tore up your copy and burned it. Your creditor changed the terms. That old interest doesn't ---- count anymore." "You go too far!" Emin's fists clenched until his knuckles whitened. | stopped him. "32,000 dollars, then. I'll transfer it. After that, you all leave." Drake pulled out his phone. | sent the money at once. "You're that rich?" Drake had pegged Sebastian as an easy target. He had misread him. A smirk curled across his face, and greed flared again. "I remembered wrong. 32,000 dollars is the interest for one month.

Counting principal and interest, you now owe me 80,000 dollars." Another twist. Another absurd number. The thugs lit up. That amount meant months of indulgence. Emin trembled with anger. "You're talking nonsense. | borrowed 16,000 dollars. At most, three months of interest comes to 600 ---- dollars! "Mr. Grimwald, you can't give them another cent. They bully us because they think no one will stop them!"