When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 130 Both of Them Come to Pick Her Up After Work

Back at Universal Architecture, Amy immediately asked Whitney to follow her in the office.

“Although you managed to salvage the situation, the earlier mistake still stands. You’re given the company a bad impression,”

Amy leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, her posture condescending “Your evaluation will be marked down.

“Hundentand.”

Whitney didn’t argue. The meeting had indeed been delayed for half an hour because of her. In a big company, every minute counted.

“Leave.” Amy wwed her hand dismissively.

Whitney humed and walked out. Beata, who saw her leading Amy’s office, noticed she didn’t seem happy. “How did it go? Was the meeting successful?

“Not sovich. It almost got canceled “

Beata’s eyes widened in surprise as Whitney recounted the situation

“That’s a bit too coincidental. Your file went missing on your laptop and your USB drive was infected with a virus? it’s a good thing you were cautious and had a backup.“Beata sighed in sympathy.

Whitney had also felt that something was off Unless she was experiencing early–onset dementia and lud forgotten deleting the file, it was impossible for something like this to happen. Someone had tampered with her laptop i

had a backup on her USB drive.

She started to think back to every detail before the meeting. She vaguely remembered using the preparations with Beata when Amy happened to leave her

office.

they arrived at Seabourke Architectural Institute, she was called to register her information. Her laptop win’t with her at that time

she went to the restroom, which would’ve given enough

had been accepted, several designers had expressed discontent.

Amy. But Amy’s motive seemed clearer since she had feelings

as her rival and wanted to make her look bad in front of him, possibly even get her lacked off the project and out of

Architecture.

wanted was to work hand and become

was filled with obstacles

Whitney hadn’t driven berself today, she had to take a

people waiting for cabs. Even berride–sharing app showed a

to walk down a different street to avoid the

slowly paled up in front of her. Damian stepped out of the car, saying, “I figured you’d be waiting here for a ode”

over and opened the passenger door for her.

put on an art. I’m

taking a few steps forward as

you’re not getting in my

laced with insinuation, but Whitney chose

another car pulled up not far from

not noticing Damian, said, “Ms. Spencer, Mr. Howard is waiting for you inside.”

inside, looking at her

seemed like both of them

gave Whitney a ride in the moming. Now, you’re picking her up after work. If we weren’t family, I’d wonder if

as calm” doopped her off this morning, so it’s only natural for me to pick her up in the evening. I on the way. Should I make a special trip just to avoid her? Grandpa would be upset with me for not

smiling, his tone turning playful. “Noel, you’re overthinking it. Since I’m

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reached out to pull Whitney into