"At work, you're either glued to your phone or playing games. You know nothing about business. If it weren’t for your connection to the president, you’d have been fired long ago."
His voice dripped with disdain as he continued.
"Keeping dead weight like you in this company is a complete waste of resources."
I raised a finger and slowly wagged it.
"No, no, no. Gideon, I think you were right about most things, but there’s one point I disagree with."
My confidence seemed to catch him off guard. His smirk faltered for a moment.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
His gaze narrowed suspiciously.
"Don’t tell me… you actually believe Whitaker Group of Companies can’t function without you?"
I smiled, then nodded firmly.
"That’s exactly what I’m saying."
"If I leave, Whitaker Group of Companies will go bankrupt."
The moment the words left my lips, the previously silent meeting room erupted.
"Oh my god, this guy is delusional! Whitaker Group of Companies is one of the top 500 companies in the country. How could it collapse because of some insignificant manager?"
"Exactly! He only has this job because he married the chairman. He’s been sitting around doing nothing, collecting three years' worth of salary for free."
"Disgusting! How can a person like him even exist? A kept man, a leech—he should just disappear!"
The room buzzed with ridicule and scorn, but I simply smiled, unfazed.
Little did they know—reality was about to hit them harder than they could ever imagine.
The jeers and insults grew louder, but I remained indifferent.
Because every word I said was the truth.
Whitaker Group of Companies’s rise—from a small firm with just a handful of employees to a listed corporation with tens of thousands—was not thanks to Everett, as they all seemed to believe.
It was because of me. Or rather, the power behind me.
Theodore Whitaker, the true founder of Whitaker Group of Companies, had once traveled all the way from New York to London, just to ask me to marry his granddaughter. He held a marriage certificate in his hand—one that bore my grandfather’s signature.
I was young then, too naïve to understand love. I only thought that if my grandfather arranged it, he must have had his reasons.
Never did I expect that after supporting Whitaker Group of Companies’s meteoric rise, I would be cast aside as a useless burden.
The thought alone sent a surge of anger through me.