Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 610 "No." Sebastian smiled and shook his head, half amused and half dismissive. "Why not?" Drake and his two lackeys were already weak in the knees, their faces twisted with dread. "There's still compensation for emotional distress. We spent energy beating you, so you should at least cover some nutrition fees." Sebastian raised his fingers and counted with slow precision. "And work-time losses, psychological damages..." Drake could hardly believe it.

"You mean we got beaten and still need to pay you for it?" Compared to Sebastian, he felt unqualified to call himself a debt collector. Ilifted a brow in challenge. "Exactly. Not convinced? I can beat you up again." "No, no, no, we're convinced. We'll pay. Please just tell us how much." All three hovered on the edge of tears. ---- "A total of 20,000 dollars. Pay up and get lost." "20,000 dollars?!" Drake and his underlings sucked in a sharp breath. Sebastian had handed them 16,000 dollars earlier, and they had already paid back 2,000 dollars. Now he wanted another 20,000 dollars.

It felt like daylight robbery. None of them dared complain. They scraped together the full amount, handed it over, and limped away with the rest of their battered group. Only after they stepped outside did Drake's lackeys release their indignation. "They're the real bandits. Who's the underground force here, us or them?" "Drake, | can't swallow this humiliation." "You think | can?" Drake's face darkened, hatred simmering in his eyes. "Just wait. I'll call the bigshots. We'll settle this debt in full." His lackeys straightened at once. "Awesome. This is why you're the boss.

You know real bigshots." "This time we'll make them pay back a hundredfold." ---- Inside the apartment, Emin suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me with a loud thud. Even his bedridden wife pushed herself up and bowed her head in thanks. "Both of you don't need to be so formal." | gave a helpless smile. | knew they only wanted to show their gratitude. Emin's eyes were red, gratitude etched across his face. "Mr. Grimwald, I'll never repay your kindness. If you hadn't come with me today, | don't know what would have happened." His wife, frail on the bed, added in a trembling voice, "Mr.

Grimwald, thank you for giving my husband a job. You're a good man. As long as you don't make him do anything illegal, he'll do anything." She studied Sebastian, young yet wealthy and powerful, and remembered how ruthlessly he handled those thugs. Of course she wondered if he was involved in something shady. Emin rushed to reassure her, already knowing her fears. "Dear, Mr. Grimwald is a legitimate businessman. He hired me as a bodyguard." ---- I chuckled. "Yes, | don't do anything illegal. My company is called Sleeping Giant Inc. It's a well-known enterprise in Astergrad.

You can find us online." "Sleeping Giant Inc.? | know it. So you're the one!" Her eyes brightened at once. "I've heard of Sleeping Giant and some of your personal achievements. I've never seen an entrepreneur who helps ordinary people the way you do."