Their laughter echoed through the room, a sharp contrast to the cold realization creeping over me. So, this was the so-called workplace? The same people who once spoke to me with respect now mocked me without hesitation—just because Everett wanted to divorce me.
Was this the price of staying low-key?
For years, I had concealed my true strength, keeping a low profile. Even when I overheard employees gossiping about me, calling me a mere son-in-law or a gigolo, I never bothered to correct them. It was beneath me. But now, I could see how my silence had only emboldened their arrogance.
Gideon, growing impatient with my lack of reaction, scowled.
"Mr. Delaney, I’ll count to three. If you don’t strip, I’ll have them do it for you!"
I slid my hands into my pockets and met his gaze with an amused smirk.
"Alright, alright. I’ve played along long enough. I suppose it’s time to remind you all exactly who I am."
Gideon’s face twisted in rage. With a snarl, he rolled up his sleeves and lunged at me—
But before he could reach me, the doors to the conference room burst open.
Everyone, including Gideon, turned their heads in unison.
A young man, about my age, strode in with an air of arrogance, his every step demanding attention.
"Desmond," he drawled, his voice carrying an unmistakable confidence. "I heard you were asking about me?"
