Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 138

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

**Chapter 138**

A wave of dizziness washed over him, like a sudden storm, threatening to pull him under. Terry felt his knees buckle, and just as he was about to succumb to the darkness creeping at the edges of his vision, a firm grip steadied him.

“Mr. Amos, you’ve lost too much blood,” the fake waiter urged, his voice a mix of concern and urgency. “You need to get to a hospital immediately. Leave this jackass to us!”

Terry’s features twisted into a mask of fury, his anger palpable in the air. “No! I refuse to be taken anywhere! I want to witness you shatter every single bone in this bastard’s body. I want to see him squirm like a helpless insect, stripped of its wings, his body torn apart. I want to see him crawl away, trembling in fear! I want him dead!” His voice was a thunderous roar, echoing through the restaurant, fueled by the humiliation I had inflicted upon him.

The waiter’s eyes narrowed, a glint of determination sparking within. “Understood. We have our orders, boys. Get him! Crush every bone!” he commanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.

In an instant, hundreds of bodyguards closed in around me, their presence suffocating.

Panic gripped my insides, twisting my confidence into a tight knot. The idea of escaping unscathed seemed laughable now, almost absurd. Sure, I could throw a decent punch when the occasion called for it, but these men were trained fighters, seasoned in the art of combat.

My arm still throbbed, a painful reminder of the earlier encounter with the bodyguard’s formidable leader, who had clearly mastered some form of MMA.

“So what?” I whispered to myself, gripping a jagged shard of glass tightly in my hand, feeling its sharpness bite into my skin.

I kept my injured arm close, my gaze locked onto Terry, burning with a fierce determination. If I was going down today, then he would go down with me. No other outcome was acceptable.

Terry’s expression darkened further, his fury palpable as he bellowed at his guards. “He’s not getting out! Stop him! If it takes crippling him to do it, then so be it!”

“Understood, sir!” one of the guards replied, stepping forward with a menacing readiness, eager to obey.

Baron noticed the shift in the air, the tension thickening around us. “Don’t you dare, asshole! Touch a single hair on my mentor, and this place will run red with your blood! Try me if you dare!” His voice was a booming challenge, a promise of retribution.

The leader of Terry’s guards hesitated, retreating slightly but remaining close to Terry, his loyalty evident. “Mr. Amos, Baron Goldman has specially trained soldiers, and he also has the numbers… I think it would be wise for me to stay by your side, just in case,” he suggested, his voice laced with caution.

The atmosphere crackled with tension, the impending clash of wills hanging precariously in the air.