Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 97

Hera felt utterly exhausted, as if all her energy had been drained away. Her company was teetering on the edge of collapse, and to make matters worse, her husband had offered no support—neither financial nor emotional. What stung even more was the unsettling feeling that he wasn’t just indifferent but seemed to be quietly hoping for her failure, like a spiteful child seeking revenge.

“Look at it yourself!” Hera snapped sharply, slamming the folder down in front of Sebastian. “Our project is top-notch!” Her voice was sharp, filled with frustration and desperation.

I frowned inwardly. Hera really was being foolish. I had barely skimmed the first few lines of the proposal when a glaring flaw jumped out at me—one so critical it could single-handedly bring the entire project crashing down. Deep down, I knew she was headed for failure.

Hera snatched the folder back with a bitter laugh, her voice dry and cutting. “I must be losing my mind,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “I honestly thought I could get even a shred of insight from you. But no, you’re just a firefighter—bitter, incompetent, and always angry at anyone who’s better than you. What do you know about business? Why did I even waste my time showing you anything?”

She turned away abruptly, her eyes fixed on the stage where the meeting was about to begin. “Go on. Mr. Goldman is starting. I’m going to prove just how wrong you are.”

Her unwavering confidence was baffling to me. How could she look at that flawed proposal and believe it was solid? No wonder her company was falling apart.

I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer. “You should go home and really study this,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “Your proposal has a huge problem—one so obvious that even if I weren’t here, someone else would have spotted it. Just accept the loss. There’s nothing in your project worth investing in.”

Before I could say more, her three CEO friends jumped in immediately, their voices rising in defense.

“What do you know, you gigolo?” one sneered.

I sighed deeply and shook my head. “If you think her proposal is good, then there’s only one explanation… yours must be even worse. Much worse.”

“How dare you!” Stan shouted, his face red with anger. “What would you know, you damn gigolo?”

Vernon and Lena looked just as furious. All three of them thrust their own proposals in front of me, eyes blazing with challenge.

“Fine!” Lena snapped, her tone sharp and daring. “Here’s your chance to prove yourself. Take a look and analyze them—if you even know what you’re looking at.”