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

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

and called Tiana, “Hey Tiana, could you dig up

a single executive

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

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

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

notified you. He’s clearly not taking

19-10

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

set for the five–star hotel project brainstorming session.

took their seats.

“Elaine, I’ve had Whitney on ice since this morning. She was the laughingstock at lunch, and

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 return. Go ahead and do it. I’ll promote

Castor felt

“Let’s start the hotel project

hesitated, “The hotel project is significant. Not

her if she doesn’t understand? A pregnant woman coming to listen to gibberish? We can’t let her jeopardize a hundred–billion–dollar

dare say

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

cowed by

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?”

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

apples and oranges.”

for show,

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

to the sidelines, and Harper clenched his fists

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

for a response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out of the

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

pregnant woman?” Whitney’s cold

the CEO, Castor’s heart sank, and

up and addressed the room, “Let’s proceed