At that moment, Cora didn't blink. She didn't stutter. She didn't flinch. She had taken enough of Samuel's arrogance, and now it was time he heard the truth—the kind that cut deeper than flattery ever could.
"You should be grateful," she said coldly, each word deliberate, like a blade being drawn from its sheath. "For once in your life, show some damn gratitude."
Immediately Samuel's brows furrowed. He opened his mouth, but Cora raised a hand not to stop him, but to cut through him.
"Grateful that people believed in you when you were nothing. Grateful that this company carried you, protected your image, cleaned up your messes, paid your bills, invested millions into making you look like a star—because without all that, Samuel, you wouldn't even have a chair to sit in, let alone the pride to walk in here and throw your weight around."
The entire room froze, every person holding their breath as Cora's voice echoed in the silence.
