Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 125

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you people try standing in Mr. Grimwald’s way while I’m here!” the newcomer bellowed.

Seeing me surrounded by hostile security guards rattled him. Frank Caprio had already been informed that a very important guest would be arriving today, and now there was a report about a supposed troublemaker.

Around the same time, he received a call from one “Mr. Grimwald,” who complained of being treated with hostility and maltreatment by Frank’s staff.

Frank quickly put two and two together and reached a shocking conclusion himself.

the so–called troublemaker could be the guest

He had rushed to the main room, only to hear Miola call out Sebastian’s name. To his horror, it matched the name of the VIP that Baron had personally ordered him to treat with the highest honor and respect.

Frank could not even imagine who this guest truly was. He didn’t need to. His employees were threatening to break the VIP’s leg

“You idiots! Have you all lost your minds?!” Frank roared as he sprinted toward us. He shoved the guards aside and shoved Mila’s waist to knock her away.

She fell hard, screaming, “Argh! Who did that?!”

She looked up just as David fixed his gaze on the man. Both froze.

It was the chief manager–the highest authority in the entire management.

David recovered quickly enough to stammer, “M–Mr. Caprio! No need to be upset, sir. I’ve got this under control. I was just about to order security to boot this lowlife hooligan out of the-”

A sharp slap cut him off. David staggered, too stunned to process why he had been slapped.

“Lowlife hooligan,‘ my ass! You’re the lowlife hooligan who should be thrown out of this building!” Frank shouted.

Then he hurried to me, panting, and lowered his head in respect.

Clasping his hands together nervously, he said, “I’m so sorry you had to suffer such unacceptable treatment, Mr. Grimwald. Please forgive me for arriving late!”

The room fell silent. The guards realized something was terribly wrong. They stepped back, uncertain, trying to reassess their orders. Whoever this man was, he had to be someone of extraordinary importance. No “lowlife hooligan” could make their top

boss bow and scrape like this.

Mila, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, blurted out, “M–Mr. Caprio, you must be mistaken! This guy is just a firefighter who’s been mooching off my best friend’s money for five years! He can’t possibly be anyone important!”

Frank’s hand lashed across her cheek in fury.

“You brainless fool! He’s my esteemed client, my VIP, you useless wench! You’re nothing but a low–level salesgirl. You have no right to insult him! I don’t care who you are or what your name is. What matters is that you’re fired. Right now!”

Mila froze. Sebastian was her boss’ VIP? How could that be possible?

And just like that, she was fired.

Sebastian had said he would make her lose her job, and he delivered. She never imagined that the call he had made had gone straight to the most powerful man in the company rather than her immediate supervisor.