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 bad. With the CEO away,

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

at her office, Whitney pored over Castor’s files and called Tiana, “Hey Tiana, could you dig up some dirt

a single executive reported to Whitney.

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

“What if the CEO asks about this tomorrow? Ms. Whitney hasn’t been able to integrate into the

she checked her schedule and asked, “Is it three

He’s clearly not taking you

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and Tiana’s ‘information‘ came through just then. She scanned it, and a sly smile curved her lips. “If Castor won’t notify

set for

executives took

on ice since this morning. She was the laughingstock at lunch, and I’ve spread the news about

you. He’ll just see her as an obstacle. The

words, Castor felt a surge of gratification.

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

project is significant. Not

if she doesn’t understand? A pregnant woman coming to listen to gibberish? We can’t

manager did not dare say

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

Whitney’s presence, momentarily cowed by her commanding air, reminiscent of Mr.

I hear you’re in the jewelry business. Now, you’re trying to chair

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

and

just for show,

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

put in the corner was akin to being relegated to the sidelines,

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

response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out of

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

you planning to do to a pregnant woman?” Whitney’s cold gaze stopped him in his tracks.

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

the room, “Let’s proceed with the meeting. Continue your discussion.”