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?”

pocket, trying to make you look bad. With the CEO away, they’re…”

coolly, “No

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

single executive

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

this tomorrow? Ms.

schedule and asked, “Is it three o’clock already? Isn’t it time

notified you. He’s clearly not taking

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sly smile curved her lips.

was set for the five–star hotel project brainstorming session.

took their seats.

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

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 company, the more incompetent she appears, the sooner I can return. Go ahead and do it. I’ll promote you when I’m back.”

her words, Castor felt a surge of gratification.

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

hotel project

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

manager did not dare

her smile calm and

by Whitney’s presence, momentarily cowed

he sneered. “Whitney, this is a major project the CEO cares deeply about. I hear you’re in the jewelry business. Now,

agreement upon hearing that her expertise was unrelated to real

and

just for show, treating a huge project

seems everyone disagrees with you joining the meeting. If you’re so keen

corner was akin to being relegated to the sidelines, and

at the nameplate, and said with a smile, “This is the VP’s seat. Castor, get up.”

waiting for a response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor

Castor, caught off guard and furious, scrambled up, ready

planning to do to a pregnant woman?” Whitney’s cold gaze

the CEO, Castor’s heart sank, and he sat down, his

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