Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 58

James strutted toward the car and opened the door for Baron like the man was royalty.

God, I really didn’t need to witness someone kiss ass this shamelessly up close.

“I’m so happy to see you, Mr. Goldman! You must’ve heard what happened to my daughter last night. Let me just say how truly sorry I am. I’m devastated, disappointed, and ashamed! But I swear, I’ll make that slut of a daughter take a few morning–after pills and scrub herself clean in every orifice!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This guy was willing to humiliate his own daughter just to suck up to someone wealthier and more powerful? His own daughter?

“This! This piece of garbage is the one you’re looking for, Mr. Goldman! I lured him here so you can deal with him however you see fit. He acted like he ran the world. Told me he was going to crack my skull with a steel bat. But if he thought that would scare me off… he was dead wrong. He underestimated how loyal I could be!”

Perfect. Now James was inflating his own importance like a cartoon sidekick. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging.

I couldn’t listen to it any longer.

“Holy shit. Shut your trap already.” I glared at him. “I actually thought for one second you might be better than this. But the more you talk, the less human you sound. Let alone a father.”

Baron’s presence must’ve inflated James‘ ego because the idiot barked back, “You still think it’s smart to mouth off while Mr. Goldman’s here? You don’t even know how fucked you are!”

“Oh, I’m not worried,” I said, sneering.

Baron hadn’t said a word since stepping out of the car. Between that and how he acted yesterday, I had a hunch that he wasn’t here for this crusty old jackass at all. And James hadn’t even put the pieces together.

“I agree. You really don’t know how fucked you are,” Baron added with a snicker.

James puffed up, grinning smugly. “You’re dead. You should probably get on your knees and-”

Baron’s hand snapped out and cracked across James‘ face. “You brain–dead idiot! I was talking about you! How dare you threaten Mr. Grimwald in front of me?!”

James froze. Honestly, so did I.

I already knew Baron wasn’t here to support this piece of trash, but I hadn’t expected him to still call me “Mr. Grimwald.” This wasn’t some hotel lobby. I wasn’t his guest. Hell, I didn’t even know the guy.

What the heck was going on?

James clutched his cheek. “S–Sir, did you… Did you hit the wrong man? I’m your soon–to–be father–in–law! He’s the one who slept with your future w–wife!”

“You bastard!”

Another slap struck James, and he fell silent.

“Let me make this clear. I was never engaged to your daughter. She’s not my fiancée. And another thing? Don’t even think about crossing, Mr. Grimwald. You think he’s not good enough for your daughter? Please. You’re not even good enough to lick his

shoes!”

Baron picked up the steel bat and handed it to me with calm, almost ceremonial respect.