"Exactly! He only has this job because he married the chairman. He’s been sitting around doing nothing, collecting three years' worth of salary for free."
"Disgusting! How can a person like him even exist? A kept man, a leech—he should just disappear!"
The room buzzed with ridicule and scorn, but I simply smiled, unfazed.
Little did they know—reality was about to hit them harder than they could ever imagine.
The jeers and insults grew louder, but I remained indifferent.
Because every word I said was the truth.
Whitaker Group of Companies’s rise—from a small firm with just a handful of employees to a listed corporation with tens of thousands—was not thanks to Everett, as they all seemed to believe.
It was because of me. Or rather, the power behind me.
Theodore Whitaker, the true founder of Whitaker Group of Companies, had once traveled all the way from New York to London, just to ask me to marry his granddaughter. He held a marriage certificate in his hand—one that bore my grandfather’s signature.
I was young then, too naïve to understand love. I only thought that if my grandfather arranged it, he must have had his reasons.