Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 623 | patted her shoulder. "Hey now. Chin up. | still need your help at the mining site. Besides, | still have the Hill Group to deal with. Can | leave Sazaar to you?" Naomi looked startled. "Even the Hill Group?" "Yep. My investigation shows that Winston did far more than we first believed, Because of him, people in Sazaar now think Sleeping Giant is nothing more than a predatory corporation. We need the Hill Group out of the picture, once and for all, if we want to keep doing business in this city. We have to expose the Hill Group and clear Sleeping Giant's name." Naomi nodded.

"You helped me fulfill one of my greatest desires. Of course I'll repay you. You can leave it to me... if you trust me to handle it." | smiled. "Of course | do." | left half of the Grimwald Group's elites to support Naomi and headed straight for Winston's residence with Byleth. The Hill Group was already under my control. The remaining executives seemed unaware of the things Winston had done behind their backs, so | saw no reason to appear at the company building. ---- | was honestly stunned by how skilled an actor Winston had been.

He had even managed to fool me, of all people "I want everyone to pay close attention to the villa's surroundings," | ordered into the walkie-talkie. "We can't let Winston Hill escape. The police are working with us to arrest him. Stay alert. We're dealing with a cornered man. Expect desperate moves and sudden violence." "Don't worry, Mr. Grimwald! We aren't just the best in our respective fields. We're all martial arts practitioners with more than ten years of training. Taking down one man won't be a problem!" Their confidence caught me off guard. | turned to Byleth in the passenger seat.

"How strong would someone like that be?" "About as strong as a state MMA champion," she replied calmly. "I've watched their gait, mannerisms, and habits. They were trained systematically from childhood. If they entered competitions, they would dominate." "They're that good?" | exclaimed "Yes. Think about the cost of training someone into a well- rounded elite like that. At least 15 million dollars per person," she said, awe creeping into her voice. "And the Grimwalds sent ---- you hundreds of them. How deep do their pockets go?" | swallowed. So this was the meaning of a true elite family.

The Astergrad Four were nothing compared to a single Grimwald family. We arrived at the entrance to Winston's villa and stepped out into an eerie silence. Behind me, the elite fighters exited their vehicles and waited for my signal. | raised my hand, and they moved to encircle the villa. Byleth and | entered the house. What would Winston do now, with his end so close? We passed through the living room and climbed the stairs. We searched the first floor, then the second. Nothing. As we approached the third floor, we found Winston lying unconscious at the corner landing. | frowned.

"What's going on with him?" | said, gesturing for Byleth to check | had overestimated him. He had made no preparations at all and stayed alone in the villa. Byleth placed her finger beneath his nose, pried open his eyelids, and checked his heartbeat and pulse. ---- "He's dead, Boss," she said. "Sleeping pill overdose."