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?”

got the restaurant manager in his pocket, trying to make you look bad. With

said coolly, “No

called Tiana, “Hey Tiana,

afternoon, not a single executive

that she was being sidelined, with no way

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

checked her schedule and

clearly not

19-10

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

the 48th floor, the meeting room was set for the

took

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. As for the upcoming project meeting…”

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

words, Castor felt a surge of

to the meeting room. “Let’s start the

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

the point of inviting her if she doesn’t understand? A pregnant woman coming to listen to gibberish? We can’t let her jeopardize a hundred–billion–dollar project!” Castor said

manager did not dare say

business attire walked in, her smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope I’m not late, Castor.

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

deeply about. I hear you’re in

Whitney’s capabilities, nodded in agreement upon hearing that

and

wants to chair the meeting just for show, treating a huge project

the meeting. If you’re so

the corner was akin to being relegated to the sidelines,

unfazed, walked over to Castor’s seat, glanced at the nameplate, and said

waiting for a response, she unceremoniously pushed

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

pregnant woman?” Whitney’s cold gaze stopped him in his tracks.

sank, and he sat down, his face a picture of discontent.

up and addressed the room, “Let’s proceed with the meeting.