Even I, the true power behind this company, could hardly stand watching this farce unfold.
"You little bastard, what nonsense are you spewing? We have nothing to do with Gideon!"
"That's right! We just can't stand watching you leech off the company’s resources, so we spoke up!"
"What right do you, a kept man, have to question us?"
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. My sharp glare shut them up for a moment. Then, I smirked.
"I admit I’m indeed younger and more handsome than all of you," I said casually.
Then, my expression turned ice-cold. My voice, sharper than a knife, cut through the air.
"But I don’t appreciate being called a gigolo."
I took a step forward, locking eyes with them.
"I suggest you never use that term again."
"Because if I get angry, the consequences will be severe."
My sudden shift in presence made them stiffen. For a moment, they were speechless, their cowardice laid bare.
Gideon, seeing his lackeys falter, stepped forward with an ugly scowl.
"You little bastard, do you think I’ll let you get away with this?"
"You’re just a worthless bum who got fired. And yet, you dare to act all high and mighty in front of me?"