His voice dropped, yet it sounded disappointed. “I worked tirelessly outside discussing projects and securing investments, hoping to take the company public so you could live better. And you? You went outside to find an old man?”
I clutched my cheek, blood pounding in my head. “I never cheated! The man in the photograph is my….”
“You’re going to claim he’s your business partner?”
Camille Hoffman coldly laughed. “What kind of partnership involves talking in a car while holding flowers? And what kind of work makes you smile that brightly?”
I tried to reach for the microphone, but the staff held me back.
Without a microphone, I could only raise my voice to explain. “The ones who cheated are clearly you two…”
Russell silenced me with a cold voice. “Enough.”
He turned toward the entire crowd and spoke in a serious voice. “I can excuse you, as long as you move the company shares into my name, stop getting involved in the company’s work, and quietly remain at home as Mrs. Holmes. I will treat this matter as though it never took place!”
Someone among the crowd quietly spoke with respect. “President Holmes truly has a generous heart.”
“His wife betrayed him, and he is still ready to forgive.”
“Is it not better for a woman to be a good helper at home?”
Someone even shook their head and breathed deeply. “President Holmes built everything by himself and did not dislike her for being a woman who understands nothing, yet she still is not satisfied.”
My whole body shook.
My shares, some I discussed and obtained one after another with my own effort, and some already belonged to me.
From when did they become something Russell had given to me?
I clenched my teeth. “Why must I hand them over? Those shares were all gained by me myself!”
Camille quickly raised her head, her eyes showing coldness. “Earned by yourself? Mrs. Holmes, how did you get them? Do you want to tell everyone?”
She smiled lightly, looking very confident. “Why don’t you tell everyone how many shareholders’ beds you went into to collect those shares?”
The whole crowd erupted in noise.
“So that’s what happened…”
“No wonder Mrs. Holmes usually promotes herself as some intelligent academic wife.”
“So she is simply a decoration who sleeps with men to reach success.”
My fingertips trembled with anger, yet because I had no microphone, although I tried strongly to explain, only a few people heard what I said.