I had single-handedly built the Whitaker Family’s empire in just three years. With a single phone call, I could strip them of everything—reduce them back to nothing.
But where was the fun of ending things so soon?
No, this game was just beginning.
Gideon had no idea what was going through my mind. Seeing me stand there silently, he assumed I was scared. His grin widened, his arrogance grew.
"Hey, Des, everyone’s waiting. Are you going to take off your clothes, or should I have someone do it for you?"
As he spoke, Gideon raised the microphone and bellowed toward the entrance.
"Security! Get in here!"
With his command, more than a dozen security personnel wearing Whitaker Group of Companies badges stormed into the venue. Under Gideon’s direction, they quickly surrounded me, forming a tight perimeter.
Meanwhile, Gideon stepped down from the rostrum—but despite his bravado, he stayed safely behind the security guards, keeping a cautious two-meter distance from me.
"Gideon, are you really trying to force my hand?" I asked, my voice calm but laced with warning. "Don’t forget—I’m still legally married. Aren’t you afraid of how Everett will react when she finds out about this?"