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

coolly, “No matter, we can just

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

afternoon, not a single executive

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

Ms. Whitney

After reviewing the five–star hotel project plans, she checked her schedule and asked, “Is it three o’clock already?

Castor hasn’t notified you. He’s clearly not taking

19-10

a sly smile curved her lips. “If Castor won’t notify me, I’ll just attend the meeting myself. Which floor is it on?”

the 48th floor, the meeting room was set for

took their seats.

at lunch, and I’ve spread the news about her affair. Even if she stays at United

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.”

words, Castor felt a surge

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

hesitated, “The hotel project is

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

manager did not dare say

in sleek 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,

about. I hear you’re in the jewelry business. Now, you’re

with Whitney’s capabilities, nodded in agreement upon hearing that

apples and oranges.”

chair the meeting just for show, treating

with you joining the meeting. If you’re so keen on staying,

relegated to the sidelines, and Harper

and said with a smile, “This is the VP’s seat.

waiting for a response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out

Castor, caught off guard and furious, scrambled

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

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

“Let’s