Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 62

Baron swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. This didn’t bode well. Was he really about to decline the offer? If more people in Astergrad knew who Sebastian truly was, this man wouldn’t be struggling to find investors. Each potential backer would be eager to throw ridiculous sums of money at him without hesitation.

“What’s on your mind?” Baron asked cautiously, his voice steady but curious.

“I do have a goal, that much is true,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “But I’ve never launched a business before. Since graduating, I’ve been a firefighter. That means there’s a real risk you could lose your investment if you decide to back me. I want to be upfront about that. If you’re comfortable with the gamble, I’d be honored to work with you.”

I watched Baron closely, searching his expression for any clue about his thoughts. I couldn’t afford to hide anything or sugarcoat the truth. The sum he was offering wasn’t small change, and I wouldn’t let anyone step into this blindly.

Unbeknownst to me, Baron let out a relieved sigh.

“Oh, that’s all?” he said with a bright smile. “No problem at all! I’m an expert at reading people—trust me on that. I’m more than happy to invest, Mr. Grimwald. Even if everything goes wrong and you lose it all, I’ll just put more money in. No regrets. One day, you’ll be the Business Lord of Astergrad!”

Before I could say a word, he pulled out a card and handed it to me. “There’s $670,000 in this account. No PIN, no hassle. Stop by my office when you have time. We’ll take care of some quick legal formalities, and just like that, we’ll be partners.”

I stared at the card, disbelief washing over me. Why was he so quick to trust me? Was it simply because I’d saved his life? Or did $670,000 mean so little to someone like him?

“T-Thank you, Mr. Goldman. I hope you’re right,” I stammered, still trying to process what was happening.

“The pleasure’s mine, Mr. Grimwald,” he replied warmly.

During the drive, he chatted cheerfully, and I promised to visit his office the next day to sign the agreement.

When we arrived, Baron opened the door for me and didn’t leave until he saw me safely inside.

Instead of heading back to his hotel for another night of revelry, Baron went straight to his office. He even pulled his assistant back after hours to draft a contract that gave me every advantage imaginable.

“But sir, this agreement doesn’t benefit us at all!” his assistant protested.

“Doesn’t matter!” Baron snapped, his tone firm. “The guy signing it is a VVVVIP, okay? I want to give him all this money. Now just do your job!”