Never did I expect that after supporting Whitaker Group of Companies’s meteoric rise, I would be cast aside as a useless burden.
The thought alone sent a surge of anger through me.
Fine. If that’s how they wanted to play, I’d go straight to Theodore himself and ask—was the Whitaker Family truly willing to turn against me?
And if he insisted on letting Everett remain as chairman… then I wouldn’t hesitate to drag the Whitaker Family back to where they were three years ago.
I turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Gideon’s voice rang out behind me.
"Mr. Delaney, you’re just walking away like that?"
Slowly, I turned back toward the stage, meeting his smirk with a calm gaze.
"What? Gideon, are you planning to treat me to dinner?"
He stared at me for a long moment before speaking.
"Before you go, leave behind everything that belongs to the company."
I narrowed my eyes.
"I already handed over my work badge. What else could I possibly have?"
Gideon sneered and raised the microphone.
"Take off your work uniform."
The room erupted once more.