"Ladies and gentlemen, listen closely; I don't just look down on the Mancini Family. I look down on every single one of you here."
I might not have been well-versed in business, but I knew how to be a decent person.
Yet, from the moment I stepped into this venue, these so-called business elites hadn't been discussing philanthropy or progress. No, they had been too busy groveling at Clyde's feet.
The moment I spoke, I became the enemy of the room. A wave of hostility surged toward me and even the host could no longer mask his disdain.
"Madam, people like you are not welcome at this auction."
Slowly, I lifted my head, my gaze locking onto the stage.
"Oh? And what kind of person am I, exactly?"
Before the host could answer, a sudden movement caught my eye. The secretary stormed onto the stage, snatching the microphone in a fit of rage.
"Azalea, you're nothing but a worthless nobody!"
Everleigh's voice rang through the speakers, echoing in every corner of the hall.
The so-called elites shot to their feet, their applause like the crackle of a roaring fire. Their faces brimmed with satisfaction as if they had just witnessed a great spectacle.