Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 81

“Damn it! This isn’t over, Sebastian!” Claire muttered angrily under her breath.

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains.

After freshening up and preparing to leave, I noticed Claire’s door remained firmly closed. The room was silent; no sounds stirred from within.

I wondered if she had already left or was still asleep. Honestly, it wasn’t something I needed to concern myself with. Nothing had happened between us last night, and she’d had quite a few drinks. Most likely, she was just nursing a hangover.

I called an Uber and made my way to Baron Inc.

I already had the money in hand. If the contract signing went smoothly, my company would be officially registered by day’s end.

Feeling cautiously optimistic, I wasn’t expecting to encounter the last person I wanted to see—Ezra Chapelle. He approached with a noticeable limp.

I vaguely remembered him boasting once about being an assistant manager at Baron Inc. Frankly, I was surprised he wasn’t resting at home after last night’s events.

Still, I had no desire to bring our conflict into Baron’s workplace. I chose to ignore him and waited for him to pass before stepping into the elevator.

But some people just can’t avoid trouble.

“Sebastian?! What are you doing here? Didn’t I torment you enough last night?” he demanded with a shaky voice. He had recognized me immediately.

I meant every word. The bruises on his face were still obvious, and his limp was hard to miss. Seeing him like this was far from satisfying.

Miley and Howard were decent people. For their sake, I was willing to show Ezra some grace. Besides, arrogance alone wasn’t a crime worth ruining someone over.

But my attempt at peace fell on deaf ears. Ezra wasn’t backing down.

“Oh wow. That’s the funniest damn bluff I’ve heard all week! Why would a firefighting reject like you be meeting someone as important as my boss?” he taunted.

“You’d better get on your knees and beg for forgiveness right now. Then slap yourself until I feel better,” he sneered. “Unless—”