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.

said coolly, “No matter, we can

Tiana,

not a single executive reported to Whitney.

that she was being

anxious, thinking, “What if the CEO asks about this tomorrow? Ms. Whitney

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

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

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

meeting room was set for

executives took

“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 United Realty

blame you. He’ll just see her as an obstacle. The worse her reputation at the company, the more

by her words, Castor felt a

the meeting room. “Let’s start the

hotel project is significant. Not

coming to listen to gibberish?

did not dare

smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope

presence, momentarily cowed by

this is a major project the CEO cares deeply about. I hear you’re in the jewelry business. Now,

agreement upon hearing that her

and

wants to chair the meeting just for show, treating

at Whitney with mocking eyes, “It seems everyone disagrees with you joining the meeting. If you’re so keen on staying, why don’t you just

being relegated to the sidelines, and

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

waiting for a response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out of

and furious, scrambled up,

do to a pregnant woman?” Whitney’s

to the CEO, Castor’s heart sank, and he

room, “Let’s proceed with