When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 147 We Were Never Possible

Healizing she hadlet something slip. Any srtaubled forwy

“Did I say something wrong? Whitney, Fre always been direct. Honestly, I’minot satisfied with your performance. A suitable jih ne

for the company, for you, and for me

needs a suitable person. D’aletter

“You’re Damian’s Blancée, a position must women would deramed. We make things difficit for yearselt?Wouldn’t it be better to stay home and be Mrs. Howand? Di, setunto Imrand Group as a semetary something you’re clearly skilled at. Everyour would be happy.”

Whitney tamed back in dome, her posture straightening as the Exced her. “just a few days after joining hiversal Architecture, my design proposal was approved, and you’re saving I’m not suited for this job?

Since

med, mrendy mistake has been this one univwriting a single number in the data. But it’s not an irreversible erme. If suchamistake is unforgivable, then what about the day you forget the evaluation report for our meeting with Mr. Obrien? How do potrexgdain that?

“Otcolate, Freyred to you then should falso be blamed for thath

Ameiner, unable to ceme up with a proper response

Whitney’s irritation had been building all meming. Nomally, she would let Amy‘ scilicium slide, even pretending not to notice

was different. Today, she woulli’s star silent.

see me as some sort of rival You’re

face went pale as the accusationhit

Damian’s cousin. We were never, and will never, he possible.

walked out of the office. Amy stood by the glass window, watching

had heard before. However, she had

relief. At least she was

challenge. She wondered how to pash Whitney out of Universal Architecture

hadn’t seen Noel at the Howard residence.

he was nowhere to be found, either in the morning er at night. Time flew by, and Damian

was supposed to prepare from her family home, so Whitney moved back

the deputy vice president of Universal Architecture, suddenly called Whitney into his office. He mentioned that he was already aware of her relationship with Damian and their upcoming wedding, and

won’t mention it to

polite smile.

the office, she drove straight

as

silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the

to make sure I’m marrying someone who will make me happy. L.” Her words faltered

herself to say she would be happy. She didn’t want to lie. Dat admitting the truth to Margaret felt even

a moment, Witney kisard Margaret’s palm gently.

She walked away

room, she turned back for one last look, her gaze

far down the hall, Noel Beaned against the wall, silently observing her retreating

for a second upision. The diagnosis was clear–Margaret needed the newmedication, and with it, she would