The crowd gasped in admiration.
“She is so amazing!”
“The last person to be this impressive was Mr. Rocha’s fiancée, the legendary Miss Duncan!”
“You call that legend? Her best was only 15%, while Laurel’s hit 20%. Now, that’s a legend.”
She may have stolen my man, but I didn’t care. Because any man who could be stolen wasn’t worth having! But stealing the achievements I’d worked so hard for? That, I couldn’t tolerate.
Anger surged through me as I stormed up to the stage, grabbing the microphone from the startled host.
“Breaking industry records with a 20% return rate? I’m sure the audience would love to hear how you did it, Laurel,” I said, my voice steady but icy.
Laurel froze, caught off guard by my direct challenge. “I… uh… well…” she stammered, her eyes darting toward Brian for help.
He quickly stepped in, his tone firm but measured. “That’s confidential. We’re not at liberty to disclose it to public.”
I let out a dry laugh, unfazed by his attempt to deflect. “Confidential? Then let me ask you this, Laurel. Do you know what industries Mr. Kumar’s assets are tied to? Do you know his full name? How he built his wealth?”