Russell did not want me to keep my shares, did not want me to keep joining company decisions, and did not want me to threaten his power as the President.
I stared up at him and suddenly felt it was laughable.
In the past, it had clearly been him who chased after me again and again.
It had been him who dropped to his knees in front of me on a rainy evening and promised that all the money he made would belong to me, that he would follow my words his whole life, that he was ready to marry into my family, only asking me to give him one chance.
He said he would live as my dog for his whole life.
I trusted him. During those three years, whatever support he wanted, I gave it to him. I personally helped him reach that position.
But now only three years had gone by, and he could not even keep the most basic faithfulness of a dog.
I breathed in deeply and did not want to keep arguing with them anymore.
“The man in the picture is my father.”
Russell frowned slightly. Before he could say anything, Camille had already stepped forward in her high heels.
She came close to us, the edge of her mouth showing a mocking smile, yet her voice spread through the microphone across the whole hall.