บททั้งหมดของ Goodbye, Saintess.: บทที่ 411 - บทที่ 420

"Open your eyes and look at me, dumbass. Use your third eye if you have to. I'm Terry Amos himself," the young man sneered with open contempt.He yanked Edmund's tangled hair, forcing his face inches away. "You've got some serious balls, trying to screw my ex while telling her I'm your 'bro.'"Edmund trembled like a leaf. He never imagined his stupid little lie would summon the man himself."Y-You're Mr. Amos? I… I lied, yes! I'm sorry! I didn't know she was your ex! I won't do it again, I swear!" he stammered, grimacing. "L-Look, I have a son. I'm a single father. He depends on me. Our life is hard, you see? Please, have mercy! Think of the kid—he needs his dad!"As always, Edmund resorted to self-pity and used Bobby as his get-out-of-jail card.Terry looked anything but moved. He studied Edmund with faint amusement, one brow arched.He chuckled and gave him a light slap on the cheek. "You think I don't know who you are, Edmund Castle? I don't even need half an hour to take care

Edmund picked the card up like it was a piece of gold and stared at Terry as he disappeared into the elevator with the loyalty of a dog. "It has been an honor to meet you, Mr. Amos!"Then, he turned around, face beet red from excitement and hunger. He snatched the woman up in his arms and chucked her onto the bed.He tore her clothes off, snarling, "You bitch! You were looking down on me, weren't you?! Called my boss on me, didn't you?! Well, now I'm gonna teach you what it really means to fuck!""Wait! Please have mercy! I know I was wrong now, Ed! Pleeaaase!" Her cries turned into moans and groans as Edmund spared none of himself behind.-Terry slid into the long limousine parked at the hotel entrance with a lopsided smirk.His assistant glanced back from the driver's seat. "Sir? Didn't your grandfather tell you not to pick fights with Sebastian anymore? What if the plan fails and it comes back to you? Your life could be ruined. Should we really do this?"Terry laughed. "I di

"God, I'm sweating buckets! I have to change into a fresh set of clothes. Oh, and she's on her way. Don't touch the kitchen. I'll clean up. I said don't touch it!"I set the food down and turned to acknowledge her words. I came face to face with her pale, bare chest. Claire had unbuttoned her collar.Maybe it was because I had seen Julia's chest before. I couldn't help comparing the two, and I had to say Claire's looked like a mountain range."Hey, stop staring! Don't act like this when my best friend is here. I don't want her to think you're a horny pervert!" Claire hushed. She rolled her eyes and darted into her room.I realized later that she was bolder and more open with me alone. As soon as someone else arrived, she reverted to an innocent, bashful version of herself.A few minutes later, Claire came out in pajamas.Then suddenly our phones rang. I picked mine up first."Mr. Grimwald! We've got a problem!" Jeanine's voice was frantic. "Someone is blocking our delivery truck

"We've called someone over, Mr. Grimwald. They are on their way. Our job is to buy time," Wayne whispered.The scarred man suddenly kicked him in the abdomen and sent him crashing to the ground. "Did I fucking tell you people to whisper? This is not a sleepover. Show some respect!"He snickered as he looked at my face. "So you're Sebastian Grimwald? Looks like a wuss to me."He waved, and his henchmen moved in.I was not afraid. In fact, I grew even more furious. How dare he kick Wayne while I stood there?For now, though, I knew better than to erupt. They had the numbers, so I forced a calmer, friendlier tone. "Gentlemen, I don't want any beef with you. I have no reason to start one. After all, we might cross paths again someday."Let's start over, shall we? How much did that other guy give you? I will pay double the price."These thugs had no loyalty to speak of. They chased easy money. I had poured most of the company's funds into our project, but what remained still exceeded

Honestly? I thought I was royally doomed.The scarred man laughed."I love getting paid to bash someone's head!" he exclaimed cheerily. "Don't blame me, broski. Blame yourself for pissing off the wrong person. I'll at least make sure you stay alive after all of this!"His henchmen swarmed toward us.Things were getting hairy.Suddenly, the cavalry arrived from the city. A fleet of vans skidded to a halt beside us. The doors slid open with a racket as hundreds of gangsters with machetes poured out.They surrounded us and glared at the scarred man and his crew."What's this? Did Mr. Amos hire another gang to do his bidding too?" the scarred man muttered.A man in his 30s stepped out of one of the vans and bellowed, "I'm Jackie Cruz of the Dragoons! Which one of you motherfuckers tried to lay hands on Mr. Grimwald?!"He kicked the scarred man, sending him sprawling to the ground.The rest of the Dragoons moved in. They pressed blades to the scarred man's neck."The Dragoons? Of