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?”

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

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

at her office, Whitney pored over Castor’s files and called Tiana,

a single executive reported to

was being

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

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

clearly not taking you seriously,” Harper said indignantly.

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and Tiana’s ‘information‘ came through just then. She scanned it, and a sly smile curved her lips. “If

the 48th floor, the meeting room was set for

executives took

was the laughingstock at lunch, and I’ve spread the news about her affair. Even if she stays at United Realty Corporation, no one will work with her. As for the upcoming project meeting…”

her as an obstacle. The worse her reputation at the company, the more incompetent she appears, the

words, Castor felt a surge

room. “Let’s

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

coming to listen to gibberish?

dare

business attire walked in, her smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope I’m not late,

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

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 quite right,

nodded in agreement upon hearing

and

show,

everyone disagrees with you joining the meeting. If you’re so

to the sidelines, and Harper clenched his fists in

nameplate, and said with a smile, “This

a response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out of

you…” Castor, caught off guard and furious, scrambled up, ready to confront

to do to a pregnant woman?”

belonged to the CEO, Castor’s heart sank, and he sat down,

and addressed the room, “Let’s proceed with the