Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

I exhaled deeply, my mind already racing as I began scouring every available financial report and news article related to Edge. Logging into the company’s official website, I meticulously combed through the list of employees, scrutinizing their roles and positions. My investigation didn’t stop there—I ran thorough background checks on each member of the board of directors, piecing together the true power structure lurking beneath the surface.

Just as I had suspected, Hera was merely a figurehead. Though she appeared to be the company’s leader, her authority was nothing more than a carefully constructed illusion. The real control had long since slipped from her grasp, quietly seized by others behind the scenes. She was vulnerable, exposed—a sitting duck waiting for the inevitable downfall.

I could feel it coming. The moment when those shadowy figures would finally move in, stripping her of what little remained of her influence. There was no reason for them to prolong her charade as CEO any longer. Yet, if Hera acted quickly—implemented genuine reforms now—there was a slim chance she might salvage both her reputation and the company’s future.

But why should I care? Why would I lift a finger to help Hera at this point? The answer was clear: I wouldn’t. Not anymore.

“You dug your own grave,” I whispered bitterly, “and I won’t be the one to hold you back from lying in it. I warned you to change, but you refused to listen. Now, you have no one to blame but yourself.”

A sneer twisted my lips as I balled up the three pages of notes I’d been reviewing and tossed them into the trash bin. Hera was just a name from my past—someone I once knew but no longer cared about. Whatever fate awaited her was no concern of mine.

I returned to my revisions, determined to finish before calling it a night. Just as I was about to shut down my laptop, my phone buzzed sharply, breaking the silence.

An unknown number flashed on the screen.

Curious and slightly wary, I answered, “Who’s this?”

“Sebastian? Is that you?” The voice was unmistakable—Claire McKay.

I frowned. Claire wasn’t home right now. Was she in some kind of trouble?

I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. That was it?

Since we lived in the same building, I figured it was no trouble. “Send me the address. I’ll be there.”

“Really? Thank you so much! I’ll wait right here!” Her excitement was almost palpable.

The call ended, and shortly after, a message arrived with the location—a karaoke bar downtown. Sleep suddenly felt impossible as I quickly dressed and hailed a cab toward her.

Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up outside the lively venue, the neon lights flickering against the night sky.