Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 130

**The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen**
**Chapter 130**

As I observed Terry scurry away, a deep frown etched itself onto my face. I had never held a high opinion of him, but this incident had only solidified my disdain.

“Jeanine, did he do something to you? We can take you to a hospital right away. The company will take care of the expenses, and we can file a police report!” I blurted out as I settled back into my chair, my heart racing with concern.

The other employees, who had been mere bystanders until that moment, now turned their gazes toward me with a mix of awe and sympathy, their expressions shifting to reflect their growing concern for Jeanine.

“You’re safe now, Jeanine! We’re all here for you. We’ll make sure you get the justice you deserve!” one colleague exclaimed, her voice a soothing balm amidst the tension.

“Ugh, that guy gave me the creeps. He’s like a plague on society!” another chimed in, her face scrunched with disgust.

“Good thing Mr. Grimwald was here! You’re like One Punch Man, swooping in to save the day!” someone else joked, trying to lighten the mood, but I could feel the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air.

The reality of harassment weighed on my mind, a burden that could leave deep scars, especially for young, beautiful women like Jeanine, who were often the most vulnerable.

She rubbed her eyes, the remnants of fear still lingering in her expression, and shook her head gently. “I’m okay, really. Thank you, everyone. Thank you, Mr. Grimwald,” she said, her voice steadying, though I could see the tremor of uncertainty beneath her calm exterior.

“I’m relieved to hear that. Now, let’s eat,” I replied, attempting to inject some normalcy into the chaos around us.

“If Terry decides to escalate this situation, we could be in very big trouble. Not even Mr. Goldman could easily smooth things over in such a case. My advice would be to leave now, Mr. Grimwald. Jeanine isn’t physically hurt, so we have no reason to stay and risk whatever fallout might come.”

Lucas’s voice, though hushed, echoed through the now silent room. The atmosphere had shifted palpably after the incident, and his words carried a weight that was impossible to ignore.

The employees around us paled visibly, the reality of their vulnerability sinking in. Business acumen meant nothing when faced with such entrenched power. They were ordinary people; how could they possibly stand against someone like Terry Amos?

I glanced at Jeanine, whose face was now a mask of panic, her body trembling as she processed the implications of Lucas’s warning.