All Chapters of Goodbye, Saintess.: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

"What's the matter? Are you planning to smash my head open with a bottle too, Mr. Grimwald?" the man sneered, his face darkening even further after glancing at Philip.Sam grabbed my wrist and tried to pull the bottle away. "Mr. Grimwald, this guy isn't an easy target like Philip! He's Michael Smolin, the Minister of the Beaushire Regulatory Agency! If you hit him, those factories will never reopen. You could even be arrested! And once you're in custody, they'll have full control over you!"Michael's frown deepened as Sam whispered in my ear. "Mr. Bankman, does this mean you're associated with Sebastian Grimwald? I had no idea one of our city's most respected entrepreneurs would keep company with someone so vile."…Sam blanched. The minister's threat was unmistakable. But Sebastian wasn't a man to underestimate either—he held influence in a city far more powerful than this one.Which side should he choose? After a few tense seconds of calculation, Sam decided. He released Sebasti

'Shit! I never should've brought Mr. Grimwald along!' Sam cursed silently, his face pale as hope drained from him. 'These idiots… they'll pay for this one day.'He turned away, unable to watch any longer.Suddenly, the door flew open with a loud crash, slamming straight into Michael's back.He snarled in pain and spun around."Who the fuck? This room's occupied!" he roared.Behind him stood the most stunning woman he had ever seen, and she looked ready to kill.Stunned, he snapped, "Did you do that, lady?"The woman didn't answer. She grabbed a beer bottle from the floor and smashed it over his head. Blood streamed down his face as he screamed and clutched at his wounds.Another woman stepped in, carrying a box of bottles, and set it beside the first. "The beer bottles you asked for, Donna Cage."Ashera's face remained stone-cold. She seized another bottle and brought it down on Michael's head—then another, and another, and another.He crumpled to the floor under the relentle

Sam took a deep breath and began to explain. "Since you returned to Astergrad, the Dragoons have been expanding their territory toward Beaushire. That sparked a clash with the Black Cougars, the gang that used to control the area."Yesterday, I heard... I heard the Donna herself wiped out hundreds of Black Cougar members single-handedly. No one dares challenge her anymore."Sam swallowed hard. "To secure their position quickly, the Dragoons also teamed up with the police to eliminate several corrupt officials. Now, just hearing their name makes every crooked authority figure shake."No wonder Michael pissed himself. He was one of them.Ashera stepped closer and asked quietly, "Why did you come to see him again?"I froze, surprised. Was she trying to help me settle things too?"Uh... two of the pharmaceutical factories that work with my company had their operations suspended by the city council. He's the only one who can lift that suspension."She nodded, then turned to Michael w

At that moment, Ashera was already tugging at my belt.I struggled for a few seconds before giving up, nearly in tears. "Ashera, you witch. Can you act like a reasonable human being for once?"What do you mean I checked your wound? You're the one begging me to save you! You're the one forcing me to do this! What you're doing now is the textbook definition of repaying kindness with hatred!"Ashera paused. Her brows knit together as she thought for a moment, then she nodded. "You have a point. It does sound like that."I let out a breath of relief. "Exactly. So put me down, and we can still be friends."But the next second, her expression twisted into a sneer. "Why would you try reasoning with a woman? You really don't know? Logic doesn't work on us."Before I could respond, her hand went right back to my waistband, determined not to stop until she had stripped me bare."You!" I sputtered, speechless. In my head, I cursed this vicious woman a thousand times.I was doomed. Never i

Byleth frowned at me. "What's wrong? Can't you afford it?" I waved a hand dismissively. "It's not that I can't afford it. I'm just surprised your tiny frame can eat 2,000 dollars worth of food. It must all be top-tier stuff, right?""It's not that exaggerated. I just eat a lot." Byleth pressed her lips together. On that cold, beautiful face, a rare trace of embarrassment flickered."That's nothing. How much can you even eat?" I brushed it off and transferred 2,000 dollars to her right there. "Eat as much as you want. It's on me.""Thank you, boss." When she saw the transfer appear on her phone, a faint smile lit her eyes.She glanced up at me. "Let's go. My treat this time. I'll show you how much I eat per meal.""How could I let you treat me? I'll treat."We chatted as we walked to the nearest restaurant.Byleth loved beef, especially high-grade cuts, so I brought her to a top-tier steakhouse. Once we sat down, I handed her the menu.She was slim, yet it seemed no matter how