Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 137

**The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen 137**

“Listen, I’m doing exactly what you wanted me to do, man! Your friends are leaving! Why are you still pressing that pointy bottle against my neck? You need to be careful! You could slice my jugular open!” Terry’s voice was a frantic shout, his attempt to mask the fear coursing through him utterly failing.

I curled my lips into a sneer, letting the coldness of my demeanor seep into my words. “And then what? You’ll die? Honestly, it sounds like you’ve earned it. Now, just shut up. I’ll release you when the time is right.”

He fell silent, making the wise decision to refrain from further argument.

As I watched Jeanine and Lucas exit the room, a sense of urgency gripped me. I followed them into the dimly lit hall, the atmosphere thick with tension. The restaurant had been cleared out long before this confrontation; the Amos’ bodyguards had ensured that no one remained to witness the unfolding drama. Now, they stood waiting in the hall, a wall of muscle and menace.

“I said, get outside! Don’t even think about blocking my people from leaving, or else!” I barked, my voice cutting through the stillness like a knife.

This time, they complied immediately, not daring to linger for Terry to repeat the order.

With their departure, a wave of relief washed over me. My employees were finally free, and they turned to me, their eyes reflecting unwavering loyalty, the kind that comrades share when preparing to face any battle together.

In that moment, I understood something profound. If we managed to survive this ordeal, the Sleeping Giant would emerge as an unbreakable team, bound by loyalty and trust. They would be the wind at my back, propelling me forward against whatever challenges lay ahead.

I just hoped that the Sleeping Giant would still be standing after this night.

As I watched my employees slip safely into the streets, a sense of solitude enveloped me. It was just me, Terry, and his numerous bodyguards now. The stakes had escalated, and I needed to remain vigilant, keeping a watchful eye on every one of them. Terry’s crew had the upper hand in numbers, and one misstep could cost me both my hostage and my life.

A jolt of pain shot through my arm, numbing it completely, and I heard him yell, “Let him go!”

The impact felt like a car crashing into me. My grip faltered, and in that split second, the waiter seized Terry and yanked him away, dragging him to safety.

In an instant, a swarm of bodyguards surged into the hall, surrounding me like a pack of wolves closing in on their prey.

Terry, finally breaking free from the shock of the situation, shoved his rescuer away, a mix of rage and exhilaration flooding his features.

“How dare you threaten me, you piece of shit? Now you’ll pay!” he shouted, his voice filled with a newfound ferocity.