Chapter 3

The previously quiet employees instantly erupted.

"Wow! Jasper is Mr. De Rossi's son? That must mean he's Jonah De Rossi! You're so incredibly humble!"

Jonah De Rossi, the future heir of the De Rossi family.

Mr. De Rossi only had one son.

And the De Rossi family, with businesses spanning the globe, commanded respect from even the most notorious figures.

After revealing his identity, Jasper became utterly arrogant and condescending.

"Everyone, please don't spread this around."

"My identity still needs to be kept secret. My father doesn't like me being flashy."

"Understood!"

"Truly worthy of being the scion of a powerful family. So distinguished, clever, and wise."

Jasper was basking in the crowd's adulation, clearly savoring every bit of the flattery, but I just kept sneering.

"So Jasper turns out to be the De Rossi family heir, huh?"

I smiled, wiping the grease from my face with a napkin.

Beneath my calm exterior, a storm was brewing.

Now, it wasn't just Katie speaking up for Jasper.

"William, what kind of attitude is that when you're talking to the Young Master?"

"Exactly! A mere kept man like you would never be a director at this company if it weren't for Katie."

People are like that — the moment someone with power and influence appears, you can bet there'll be plenty of sycophancy and fake loyalty.

And a whole bunch of bootlickers to defend them.

"Young Master??"

I looked at Jasper, my face full of questions.

"Are you really Jonah De Rossi??"

Jasper didn't answer directly, but his arrogant, condescending expression gave everyone the answer.

He stood up and looked down at me. "William, if I were Katie, I'd fire you immediately."

"Because you're a completely useless waste of space. You've never accomplished anything, yet you've hogged the director position. That's unfair to all the hardworking, ambitious employees."

At his words, some people clapped and cheered.

"The Young Master is right! Only you dare to speak up for us ordinary workers!"

"We hate nothing more than those lazy deadbeats who hog promotion opportunities."

They all glared at me with unified hostility, directly calling me out by name.

As if I was the one preventing them from getting promotions and raises.

My emotions remained calm, as if I was playing a game of chess with them.

What a joke. Scenes like this are child's play for me; I've been in actual gunfights, for crying out loud! I tossed the napkin to the floor, my mood suddenly souring.

I looked at Katie, wanting to know if she felt the same way.

Without a moment's hesitation, she spoke up: "William, did you hear that?"

"It's what everyone here wants — for you to be fired. If you really had any capability, they wouldn't all be ganging up on you like this."

"You know what I'm getting at for the rest, right?"

"I'm not going to disrespect you further; I'll wait for you to leave on your own."

Suddenly, I smiled. I stood up and pointed to my grease-splattered clothes.

"Do you have any idea how expensive this suit is?"

"Listen closely. There will come a time when you'll regret splattering me with this foie gras so much, you won't be able to afford the compensation."

As I was about to leave, I was met with sneers from the crowd.

"Haha, who do you think you are! A useless kept man wears clothes bought with Katie's money. This suit too!"

"Even if it gets dirty, it's Katie's problem!"

"Isn't it though?"

"If you keep running your mouth and pissing off Katie, she might strip you naked and kick you out in disgrace!"

I frowned, my voice dropping by a few degrees.

"I have never spent Katie's money. If we're going to talk like that, I don't mind having someone come over and calculate every single cent I've spent…"