Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 122

**The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream**
by Alyndra Meron Valeen 122

“Do you have even the faintest idea of the financial burden this building imposes? It will cost you thousands of dollars each month! Can you grasp just how exorbitant that is? I need to know if you truly comprehend that it far surpasses anything you could have possibly saved!”

Mila’s disdain only intensified as she let out a mocking laugh. “Why don’t you just step outside and we can pretend this encounter never happened? Stop indulging in fantasies of being some sort of business prodigy. The only kind of business you could possibly manage is selling trinkets at a flea market!”

It was painfully clear to me that Mila had not changed one bit. Her attitude was as condescending as ever, treating everyone around her as if they were beneath her, bolstered by her inflated sense of superiority.

I furrowed my brow, feeling a surge of defiance. “I’m not going to let you walk all over me just because you’re friends with Hera, Mila. Here’s your first warning: I’m a client, and you’re merely a saleswoman in this property. Your role is to assist me, regardless of whether I can afford it or not!”

Even if Lucas hadn’t set up a meeting with the decision-maker here, I would have stood my ground against her blatant disrespect.

“Oho! So you think you’re quite the big shot now, don’t you?” she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips. “Looks like I underestimated you, Sebastian. I heard through the grapevine that you and my best friend are getting divorced—and you’re the one pushing for it?”

“That’s none of your business,” I replied, trying to brush her off.

But Mila had other intentions.

“What’s the matter? Running away now? How suspicious! How did a worthless waste of space like you manage to demand a divorce from a CEO?” she sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. “Or is this just a pitiful attempt to shield your fragile ego after years of being a useless gigolo? Is that why you quit the only job you were ever remotely capable of to try your hand at running a business like the real heavyweights?”

She laughed derisively. “Oh, really? You, firing me? Who do you think you are, even knowing my manager? I wish you could manage that, Sebastian! Heck, I’d even eat this diorama if you somehow pulled it off!”

“You genuinely believed you could become a valuable, successful member of society by wandering through a property showroom, pretending to be interested in buying? You’re cracking me up, clown!”

“You’d better get the hell out of here before I have our security guards escort you out in their own way!”

Malice twisted Mila’s features, her expression a mask of contempt. She thought she had me all figured out: I was in the midst of a divorce, had just quit my job, and my savings were laughable. In her eyes, I must have been so low on the social ladder that there was no way I could know or have met her manager.