I didn't reveal too much. Standing in a place like this and laying my wounds bare for everyone to see was no different from begging for pity. So I only touched on it briefly. Yet every word that left my mouth probably struck him dumb.
But I had no intention of letting it end there. Looking at the countless faces below the stage, I calmly added one final sentence before ending my speech.
"Just moments ago, a gentleman accused me of pretending to be someone else to enter this venue. His son even knocked my glass out of my hand in front of everyone here. I would like to hear what everyone thinks about that kind of upbringing."
When I walked off the stage, my father was waiting for me in the side hall with Jack. A carefully dressed woman stood beside him. She was most likely Yolanda.
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