“Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be general manager!”
Silence fell all over the room.
No one expected Julian to dare say something like that. After all, no matter how useless I was, I was still Wanda's fiancé and the future grandson-in-law who had been handpicked personally by Mr. Robinson, Sr, before his death.
I looked at Wanda.
Surely, she'll be on my side, right?
After all, she’d always approved of such tactics before and we had been together for three years.
But her expression turned cold. "Tristan, given the gravity of the situation, you are temporarily suspended from your duties and will undergo investigation.”
"Hand over your work to Julian."
I froze in place.
I had become the laughingstock of every employee in the room.
“What future grandson-in-law was handpicked by Mr. Robinson? He’s just a dog that gets ordered around.”
“A kept man is still a kept man. President Robinson has him wrapped around her finger.”
“Just like a piece of clothing—she can replace you whenever she wants.”
Some people grew bolder and started whispering among themselves.