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?”

pocket, trying

stood up and said coolly, “No matter, we can

and called Tiana, “Hey Tiana, could you dig up some dirt for me?”

not a single executive

sign that she was being sidelined, with no

the CEO asks about this tomorrow? Ms. Whitney hasn’t been

the five–star hotel project plans, she checked her schedule and asked, “Is it three o’clock already? Isn’t it time for

but Castor hasn’t notified you. He’s clearly

19-10

She scanned it, and a sly smile curved her lips. “If Castor

room was set for the

executives took

on the phone, boasting, “Elaine, I’ve had Whitney on ice since this morning. She was the laughingstock at lunch, and I’ve spread the news about her affair. Even if she stays at

won’t blame you. He’ll just see her as an obstacle. The worse her reputation at the company, the more incompetent she appears, the sooner I can return.

felt a surge

meeting room. “Let’s start

the managers hesitated, “The hotel project

understand? A pregnant woman coming to listen to gibberish? We can’t let her jeopardize a hundred–billion–dollar project!” Castor

manager did not dare say another

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

taken aback by Whitney’s presence, momentarily cowed by her commanding air, reminiscent of

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 quite

upon hearing that her expertise was unrelated to

apples and

chair the meeting just for show, treating a

with you joining the meeting. If

in the corner was akin to being relegated to the

said with a smile, “This is the VP’s

response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out of

furious, scrambled up, ready to confront her.

to a pregnant woman?” Whitney’s cold gaze stopped him

the baby belonged to the CEO, Castor’s heart sank, and he sat down, his face a

up and addressed the room, “Let’s