The arena remained completely silent.
Tens of thousands of eyes watched as Theo stood back up.
Victor shook his head in disdain.
But he didn't move.
Theo grabbed hold of the microphone and cleared his throat.
''As I was saying…''
His voice came out rough at first, but it didn't waver.
''My father was given a choice.''
He paused for a fraction of a second.
''Work sixteen hours a day… doing dog's work… until his nineties.''
His eyes locked onto Victor.
''Or continue living in a car… while Victor Whitmore makes sure no one else hires him.''
Complete silence fell in the arena.
The weight of such words lingered in the air.
It might seem insignificant at first.
But if they could do something like that so easily…
What was stopping them from doing it to others?
Many shifted uncomfortably in their seats, imagining it.
Theo didn't give them time to process it.
His gaze remained locked on Victor.
''And the worst part is… you don't even try to hide it.''
