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?”

Castor’s got the restaurant manager in his pocket, trying to make you look

coolly, “No matter, we

and called Tiana, “Hey Tiana,

entire afternoon, not a single executive reported to

a clear sign that she was being sidelined, with no way to

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

and asked, “Is it three o’clock already? Isn’t it time for the new

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

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sly smile curved her lips. “If Castor won’t notify me, I’ll just attend the meeting myself. Which floor

set for the five–star hotel project brainstorming session.

executives took their seats.

laughingstock at lunch, and I’ve spread the news about her affair.

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. The worse her reputation at the company, the more incompetent she appears, the sooner I can

her words, Castor felt a surge of gratification.

“Let’s start the

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

inviting her if she doesn’t understand? A pregnant woman coming to listen to gibberish?

dare say another

her smile calm and collected. “Has

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

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, does it?”

with Whitney’s capabilities, nodded in agreement upon hearing that her expertise was

apples and oranges.”

chair the meeting just for show, treating a huge project like

joining the meeting. If you’re so keen on staying, why don’t you just listen from the

the corner was akin to being relegated to the sidelines, and Harper clenched

glanced at the nameplate, and said with

response, she unceremoniously

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

to a pregnant woman?” Whitney’s cold

belonged to the CEO, Castor’s heart sank, and he sat down, his face a picture of discontent.

room, “Let’s proceed