“Is it not better for a woman to be a good helper at home?”
Someone even shook their head and breathed deeply. “President Holmes built everything by himself and did not dislike her for being a woman who understands nothing, yet she still is not satisfied.”
My whole body shook.
My shares, some I discussed and obtained one after another with my own effort, and some already belonged to me.
From when did they become something Russell had given to me?
I clenched my teeth. “Why must I hand them over? Those shares were all gained by me myself!”
Camille quickly raised her head, her eyes showing coldness. “Earned by yourself? Mrs. Holmes, how did you get them? Do you want to tell everyone?”
She smiled lightly, looking very confident. “Why don’t you tell everyone how many shareholders’ beds you went into to collect those shares?”
The whole crowd erupted in noise.
“So that’s what happened…”
“No wonder Mrs. Holmes usually promotes herself as some intelligent academic wife.”
“So she is simply a decoration who sleeps with men to reach success.”
My fingertips trembled with anger, yet because I had no microphone, although I tried strongly to explain, only a few people heard what I said.