Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 93

Hera walked briskly toward me, her steps purposeful, while Lucas stood behind her, watching her retreating figure with a clear look of confusion etched across his face.

“Is it some new trend to keep your brilliance and job title a secret from your own wife?” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly. “No… Mr. Grimwald must have his reasons for this.”

The large conference room, which could seat three hundred people, was slowly filling up. I scanned the crowd eagerly in search of Baron, but he was nowhere to be seen. Resigned, I settled into a nearby chair.

As if summoned by my growing irritation, Hera suddenly appeared and plopped down beside me with a sharp thud.

“Can you please stop behaving like a petulant child already? I’m absolutely fed up with this nonsense,” she snapped, her voice cold and laced with accusation.

“Do you even realize how utterly ridiculous you looked, storming in like some angry tempest? If I hadn’t vouched for you as my husband, they might have kicked you out right then and there!” she reprimanded, her eyes flashing with frustration.

“When are you going to grow up? I’m barely holding on to the little respect I have left for you. Stop making this harder than it has to be. And while we’re at it, are you still sulking over our relatio—”

I cut her off sharply, my patience snapped. I turned toward her, my glare sharp and voice low but fierce. “Shut your trap already, or I’ll have Baron himself throw you out.”

Hera froze mid-sentence, her eyes widening. Baron? Baron Goldman?

“You’re unbelievable,” she spat venomously. “How deluded can you be? Was the price too high? Has it finally broken you? Don’t you understand? I set that price because I wanted you to come back!”

“I’ve heard of you, Ms. Bishop. You’re known as a fierce competitor. Thanks to you, the stakes have definitely been raised,” one of them remarked.

“Not at all,” I replied smoothly. “As long as our project meets the standards, Baron Inc. will invest across the board. Honestly, I believe there’s a lot my company could learn from yours.”

Stan Todd glanced my way, curiosity evident in his eyes. “Ms. Bishop, is this your assistant?”

“No,” Hera answered immediately, without hesitation. “That’s Sebastian Grimwald, my husband.”

I felt a flicker of surprise ripple through me at her words, stunned by the revelation.