Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 82

“Why? Are you trying to challenge me?” Ezra asked, a sly grin spreading across his face.

In his mind, he already saw the scene unfolding—the security guard pinning me down, while he stood nearby, triumphant and smug. The very idea sent a thrill coursing through him.

I remained perfectly still, my gaze drifting beyond him for a moment before returning with a calm yet concerned look. “You should leave. Right now. Before things get worse.”

Instead of calming him, my words seemed to fuel his arrogance. “Excuse me? This is my company! Don’t act like you own the place or have any authority over the executives here—”

“Mr. Chapelle.” A quiet but firm voice interrupted sharply. “Why are you out here instead of at your post? I thought you had work to do.”

Ezra spun around, his face tightening with surprise and unease.

He hadn’t expected Baron and his assistant, Lucas Johns, to be standing just behind him.

“Mr. Goldman! Mr. Johns! Good morning—I didn’t realize you were here,” Ezra stammered, attempting to regain composure.

Then, scrambling to salvage the situation, he seized on his prepared excuse. “Actually, you arrived at the perfect moment. I caught this man sneaking around. He’s probably a spy from one of our competitors, trying to steal trade secrets!”

“I told him to leave, but he refused! He claimed he was here on some partnership—said he was working directly with you, Mr. Goldman! Can you believe that?”

Ezra let out a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with resentment. “He actually thinks he’s your equal. Like some nobody could ever be your partner in anything.”

Baron’s expression remained unreadable, but Lucas shot Ezra a sharp, warning glance. “Enough. Get back to your office. Now.”

“Ezra Chapelle, is it?” Baron finally spoke, his voice calm but carrying weight.

“Yes, that’s me,” Ezra replied, trying to sound confident.

Baron nodded toward me. “What do you suggest we do with our guest?”

Lucas remained silent, though inside, he was screaming. Ezra was hopeless.

Blinded by his own jealousy, Ezra didn’t notice the sharp edge beneath Baron’s calm tone. “I say we search him. He might have already taken something. And I think a little rough treatment is justified. Honestly, it’s part of the job, isn’t it?”

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Baron’s mouth. “Ah. So you’re suggesting we have security rough him up.”