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?”

manager in his pocket, trying

stood up and said coolly, “No matter, we

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

afternoon, not a single executive reported to

sign that she was being sidelined, with no

about this tomorrow? Ms. Whitney hasn’t

hotel project plans, she checked her schedule and asked, “Is it three o’clock

but Castor hasn’t notified you. He’s clearly not taking you seriously,” Harper said

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smile curved her lips.

the 48th floor, the meeting room was set for the five–star hotel project brainstorming session.

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 United Realty Corporation, no one will work with her.

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

her words, Castor felt

the meeting room. “Let’s start the

project

coming to listen to gibberish? We

did not dare say

door swung open, and a woman in sleek business attire walked in, her smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope I’m not late, Castor. I’m actually quite curious to hear your ‘gibberish.”

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

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

nodded in agreement upon hearing that her

apples and

to chair the meeting just for show,

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

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

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

she unceremoniously pushed Castor out of the chair!

guard and furious, scrambled

planning to do to a pregnant woman?”

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

room, “Let’s