All Chapters of Goodbye, Saintess.: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

If the man chose not to work with me just because Samson was smaller than Sazaar, then I had misjudged him and he was not my guy after all.Thankfully, Emil showed no reluctance. He nodded with clear relief. "No problem! The money you're paying me is enough for my wife and me to rent a place in Samson!""Good. Go home and get ready. Give me your account details. I'll pay you upfront," I said as I pulled out my phone.I wired him the money on the spot.…Emil's eyes reddened. "You… You trust me this much, Mr. Grimwald?"He could not hold back his tears. Ever since his wife fell ill, he had borrowed from anyone who would listen, including his own family and friends. He had worn out their goodwill to the point that his own relatives had started to avoid them like the plague.Sebastian was the first stranger to trust him like this. The shock of it hit him hard and left him overwhelmed.This was it. This was his boss. He would give everything he had to this man.…My phone rang. W

"I know. I did not expect this at all. These drugs have been on the market for a while and nothing like this has ever happened," Winston replied. "I've already sent my people to survey other consumers. No one has reported any problems… Nothing close to this."Despite the trouble closing in on him, Winston trusted his business partner enough to avoid placing blame."This feels suspicious. But for now, we should focus on helping her recover before her rage spreads like wildfire. I have a friend who's a renowned medical genius. She should be able to help," I said with a weary sigh.The investigation would have to wait. Right now, I needed Metis, my trump card.I approached Anna. One look at her face made my skin crawl."Good day, Miss Shepard. I'm the man in charge of these drugs. My name is Sebastian Grimwald, from Astergrad. I'm deeply sorry for the condition of your face," I said politely. "I know this is a lot to ask, but please allow me to take a photo."Anna looked mortified.

Metis seemed to recall something and began chuckling to herself. "I will be making some requests at our dinner. I expect you to fulfill them.""Yes, I know. Please just tell me what to do now!" I urged frantically.I did not worry about the nature of her request. I trusted that she would never harm me, and that was good enough."Locate the best store in the city with the highest-quality materials," she said before ending the call.I turned to Winston and Anna. "The treatment direction is coming. You should visit the best Revarian medicinal store while we wait. Mr. Hill, pick the one with the best quality.""Understood," he said with a firm nod.Anna looked reluctant. She grabbed my wrist and muttered, "Asking me to leave? Not happening. Get Mr. Hill to make the purchase. You and I will stay here."I hesitated. But what difference would it make if Winston went alone?"Fine. I will stay."Winston nodded. "Thank you."He hurried out of the store. Ten minutes later, he reached hi

"My doctor friend gave me clear instructions. Once the paste goes on your face, you can't let even the slightest breeze touch it. If you slip up, it will leave marks. So the choice is yours." My tone stayed flat, yet it startled Anna enough to make her stiffen."I'll go in." Irritation colored her voice, but for the sake of her face, she stepped inside and shut the door."Come closer." I dipped my fingers into the paste and gestured for her to move in.…Anna stayed silent. A trace of resistance lingered, yet she still leaned forward.The cramped room lacked ventilation. She felt Sebastian's breath, and the closeness made her uneasy.When the cool paste touched her skin, a refreshing chill spread across her face. Even her irritation eased."This medicine actually works?" Her eyes widened. "It stopped hurting the moment you put it on."…"Of course. You think any ordinary doctor can make ointment like this?"With her this close, I caught the faint scent on her. Up close, I saw

"You were so comfortable you almost fell asleep?" Sebastian asked."No." Anna's heart jolted at the sound of his voice. She shot upright, and her elbow clipped the half-box of medicinal paste beside her.The thick green mixture flipped cleanly through the air and landed squarely on his lap.…"Um…" I froze."I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I'll clean it for you."Maybe it was the intimacy we had shared a moment earlier, but her voice softened. Flustered, she grabbed a wet wipe and leaned toward the front of my pants.My body locked up as her hand approached. "Wait. No, this isn't appropriate!"In this cramped room I had nowhere to escape.Anna stayed calm. "It's fine. I don't feel any resistance toward you anymore."To her, this was no different from wiping away a spill. Since the discomfort of physical contact had faded, helping me seemed ordinary.I forced myself to focus and reminded her quietly, "That isn't the point. You still need the paste." Her expr