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?”

manager in his pocket, trying to make you look

said coolly, “No matter, we can just

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

not a single executive reported

eerily quiet, a clear sign that she was being sidelined,

this tomorrow? Ms. Whitney hasn’t been able to integrate into

After reviewing the five–star hotel project plans, she checked her schedule and asked,

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

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

meeting room was set for the five–star hotel project

took their seats.

part of the hallway, 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

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

Castor felt a surge of gratification.

returned to the meeting room. “Let’s start

of the managers 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 a hundred–billion–dollar

dare say

door swung open, and a woman in sleek business attire walked in, her smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope

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

this is a major project the CEO cares deeply about. I hear you’re in the jewelry

nodded in agreement upon hearing that her

and

meeting just for show, treating

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

being relegated to the sidelines, and Harper clenched

Castor’s seat, glanced at the nameplate, and said with

response, she unceremoniously pushed

guard and furious, scrambled

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

and

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