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?”

in his pocket, trying to make you look bad. With the CEO away, they’re…”

“No

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

entire afternoon, not a single executive reported to

was being sidelined, with no way to take on any

about this tomorrow? Ms.

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

you. He’s clearly not taking

19-10

scanned it, and a sly smile curved her lips. “If Castor won’t notify

was set for the five–star hotel

took their

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 Corporation, no one will work

cold laughter came through on the other end. “Make sure she doesn’t attend. Tell the CEO she’s clueless about real estate. He won’t blame you. He’ll just see her as an obstacle.

her words, Castor felt

to the meeting room. “Let’s start the hotel project meeting.”

hotel project is significant.

A pregnant woman coming to listen to gibberish? We

manager did not dare say another word.

woman in sleek business attire walked in, her smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting

was taken aback by Whitney’s presence, momentarily cowed by her commanding air, reminiscent of Mr. Lippert’s.

Elaine’s support, he sneered. “Whitney, this is a major project the CEO cares deeply about. I hear you’re in the jewelry business.

Whitney’s capabilities, nodded in agreement upon hearing that her expertise was unrelated to real estate.

and

meeting just for show, treating a

with you joining the meeting. If you’re so keen on staying, why

akin to being relegated to the sidelines, and Harper clenched

at the nameplate, and said with a smile, “This is the

waiting for a response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out of

caught off guard and furious, scrambled

pregnant woman?”

Castor’s heart sank, and he sat down, his face a

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