Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 133

Whitney glanced at him and chose a chair to sit down. “Castor, like you said, ‘used to‘. Are you just helping everyone to remember that Elaine has already left the company?”

“You…” Castor’s face darkened, and then he added, “This booth is full, Whitney. Perhaps you should find another spot.”

Whitney looked up nonchalantly. “Since you claim it’s a booth reserved for the VP, and you’re not on that level, maybe you should find another seat.”

Castor glared at Whitney, his face turning a shade of steel, and with a huff, he beckoned his entourage to another booth.

Whitney’s eyes swept over the remaining executives, noting who was in Castor’s inner circle.

In the next booth over, Castor’s secretary fumed. “Word on the street is Whitney’s the mistress who climbed to the top. She elbowed Elaine out, and now she’s trying to overshadow Castor.”

Another employee, out of the loop, asked, “Mistress who climbed to the top?”

That was when Castor’s secretary filled them in. “Haven’t you heard about the scandal a few days ago? Elaine had been engaged to the CEO for years, and Whitney just waltzed in and took her spot. Now she’s even trying to snatch Elaine’s job.”

“That’s outrageous.”

“Her? Trying to be the VP? She doesn’t have half of Elaine’s talent.”

As the employees started gossiping, Castor smirked from the sidelines.

The soundproofing between the booths was poor, and Whitney could hear every word from the other side.

Feeling awkward, her assistant, Harper, suggested, “Ms. Whitney, maybe we should go give them a piece of our mind?”

Whitney clenched her fists, coldly pocketed her voice recorder, and shook her head. “Patience, Harper.”

She ordered two light dishes.

But after waiting for half an hour, the food still had not arrived.

Harper went to inquire and came back fuming. “The restaurant manager said there was a mix–up–they served our food to Castor’s booth.”

Whitney narrowed her eyes. “Such a precise mistake?”

got the restaurant manager in his pocket, trying to make you look bad. With the CEO away,

up and said coolly, “No matter, we can just order delivery.”

Castor’s files and called Tiana, “Hey Tiana, could you dig up some dirt

single executive reported to Whitney.

clear sign that she was being

thinking, “What if the CEO asks about this tomorrow? Ms. Whitney hasn’t been able

her schedule and asked, “Is it three o’clock already? Isn’t

notified you. He’s clearly not taking you seriously,” Harper

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She scanned it, and a sly smile curved her lips. “If Castor won’t notify me, I’ll just attend the meeting myself. Which

was set for the five–star

executives took their

the laughingstock at lunch, and I’ve spread the news about her affair. Even if she stays at United Realty Corporation, no one

CEO she’s clueless about real estate. He won’t blame you. He’ll just see her as an obstacle. The worse her reputation at the

Castor felt a surge

returned to the meeting room. “Let’s

the managers hesitated, “The hotel project is significant. Not inviting Whitney

listen to gibberish? We can’t let her jeopardize a

did not dare say

in sleek business attire walked in, her smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope I’m

momentarily cowed by her commanding air, reminiscent of Mr. Lippert’s.

by Elaine’s support, he sneered. “Whitney, this is a major project the CEO cares deeply about. I hear you’re in the jewelry business. Now, you’re trying to chair a real estate meeting? Doesn’t seem

agreement upon hearing that her

and

chair the meeting just for show, treating a

with you joining the meeting. If

the corner was akin to being relegated to the

to Castor’s seat, glanced at the nameplate, and said with a smile, “This is

a response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor

caught off guard and furious, scrambled up, ready

pregnant woman?” Whitney’s cold gaze stopped him in his tracks.

and he sat down, his face a picture

looked up and addressed the room, “Let’s proceed with the meeting. Continue your