Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1148

The person standing there was none other than Whitney. She held a folder in her hand, standing tall and cool, with a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched them approach. "What a coincidence, are you here for the Inko Group

shareholders' meeting too?"

Bryce paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his brow.

"What are you doing here?" Florence's expression shifted instantly as she sized up Whitney, letting out a dismissive snort. "You're nothing but a stray. Hey, someone explain how she got in here. Mr. Liam, how could you let just anyone waltz into Inko Group?"

The shareholder who had ushered them in promptly turned to the secretary at the entrance for answers.

Yet no one seemed to know how this unfamiliar woman had found her way into the boardroom.

Mr. Liam finally looked apologetically at Florence. "I truly have no clue how this lady got in."

Whitney chuckled softly, revealing her face to the room. "How did I get in? Well, funny story. The Inko Group security guard saw my face and must have thought Ms. Tennyson decided to show up for work, so they just let me through."

She turned fully towards them, her words piquing everyone's curiosity.

directors, especially those who had seen Parisa in recent days, were momentarily taken aback.

the crowd voiced the thought

her voice rising with indignation. "Impossible! In front of me, Ms. Tennyson's own daughter, you dare suggest such nonsense? Whitney, did you get plastic surgery to make such insinuations? My mother has just passed, and

to Whitney, eyes filled with

giving Florence

is a complete unknown with dubious motives. Clearly, she's here to disrupt our shareholders'

here interrupting us?

Florence is absolutely right," Bryce chimed in, his gaze

night before, was meant to act

Whitney laughed, her voice ringing out, "Are Ms. Florence and Mr. Bryce feeling guilty? Otherwise why rush to get rid of me? Like Ms. Florence said, I'm just a stray¶f I'm so insignificant, go ahead with your meeting then! I'm here on behalf of Mr. Doonan. His uncle Phineas may be incapacitated, but

narrowed, a slight arch of his brow as he

Mr. è Doonan's good friend Ludwik is also behind bars, he has no choice but to send you, a mere woman, to hold the fort. But Whitney, even if you scheme

grandly

understood his silent message-Whitney was just grasping

to stir up trouble, but it