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,

and said coolly, “No matter, we can just order

Whitney pored over Castor’s files and called Tiana, “Hey Tiana, could

a single executive

a clear sign that she was

if the CEO asks about this tomorrow? Ms. Whitney

and asked, “Is it three o’clock already?

Castor hasn’t notified you. He’s clearly not taking you seriously,” Harper said indignantly.

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it, and a sly smile curved her lips. “If Castor won’t notify me, I’ll just attend

floor, the meeting room was set for the five–star hotel project brainstorming

took their seats.

She was the laughingstock at lunch, and I’ve spread the news

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.

felt a surge

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

“The hotel project is

A pregnant woman coming to listen to gibberish? We can’t let her jeopardize a hundred–billion–dollar project!” Castor said with

dare say another word.

room door swung open, and a woman in sleek business attire walked in, her smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope I’m not late, Castor. I’m actually quite curious to hear

taken aback by Whitney’s presence, momentarily cowed by her commanding air, reminiscent of

deeply about. I hear you’re in the jewelry business. Now, you’re trying to chair a real estate meeting?

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

and oranges.”

wants to chair the meeting just for show, treating a huge project like child’s

you joining the meeting. If you’re so keen on

the corner was akin to being relegated to the sidelines, and Harper clenched his fists

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

response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out of the

guard and furious, scrambled up, ready to confront

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

heart sank, and he sat down, his

addressed the room, “Let’s proceed