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?”

bet Castor’s got the restaurant manager in his pocket, trying

coolly, “No matter, we can just order

Castor’s files and called Tiana, “Hey Tiana, could you dig up some

not a single executive reported

she was being sidelined, with no way

Ms. Whitney hasn’t been

her schedule and asked, “Is it three o’clock

you. He’s clearly not taking

19-10

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

meeting room was set for the five–star

took their

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

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. The worse her reputation at the

her words, Castor felt a surge of gratification.

to the meeting room. “Let’s start the

project is significant.

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

did not dare

and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope I’m not late, Castor. I’m actually quite curious to hear

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

I hear you’re in

nodded in agreement upon hearing

apples and

just for show, treating a huge project like

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

to the sidelines, and

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

response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor

and furious, scrambled up, ready

woman?” Whitney’s

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

the room, “Let’s