Chapter 47


    She was utterly bbergasted.


    Whitney?


    Was she not supposed to be in the room?


    Why was she just sitting here, cool as a cucumber?


    And, more importantly, whose heated moans were echoing from the lounge?


    Monica’s lips twitched. She watched Whitney nce up at her with an icy smirk, but she could not stop


    in her tracks, not when Faith was already storming ahead to kick open the lounge door!


    Inside, the dim lights barely illuminated the scene – Troy was drunkenly pinning two women on the


    couch, his shirt flung open, his lips hungrily moving over them.


    One of the women seemed reluctant, yfully struggling in a mock protest.


    The other, however, was all in, eagerly wrapping her arms around Troy’s neck and pressing her lips to


    his.


    “You two sluts! How dare you seduce my brother! Whitney, get out here… Wait, where’s Whitney?”


    Faith’s fury exploded as she flipped the women’s faces, only to freeze in shock, “Roselyn? Monica, isn’t


    this your bestie, Roselyn? And Ste? Isn’t she that hotshot celebrity everyone’s talking about? This…”


    Faith’s face flickered through a myriad of expressions before turning to Monica with a dark, vengeful


    re, “Aren’t these your cheap friends? Oh, I get it. You were trying to frame Whitney, iming she


    wasing onto my brother, but it turns out your two shameless besties are the ones in his bed!”


    Faithshed out, striking fiercely. Ste was quickest to flee, her face the picture of misfortune. She


    had been called over by Gunner, expecting some sort of affair, only to find herself locked in the moment


    she entered.


    –


    She did not even understand how things had escted whether it was a natural disaster or man–made


    chaos.


    “It’s not me. I have no interest in Troy. I just happened to be here; I have a boyfriend! Monica, exin


    for me, please.” Ste’splexion was ashen as she looked desperately at Monica, silently pleading.


    Meanwhile, Monica was still rooted to the spot near the door, blindsided by the discovery of Roselyn


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    –


    It felt like doom was bearing down on her she nned to get Faith to catch Whitney and Troy in a


    scandal, to give Whitney a thorough thrashing.


    But how had it turned into her best friends being caught?


    Now, she seemed at a loss for words.


    Whitney…


    Yes, that wretch, she must have sabotaged everything with that mocking smile.


    Just then, Simon approached, his voice grave, “What’s going on here?”


    “Simon, you have the nerve to ask!” Faith spun around, pointing an using finger at Monica, “Your


    precious girlfriend was trying to set up Whitney. And somehow, it ended up being these two women.


    Ste might be innocent, but what about your best friend Roselyn? She’s utterly shameless, throwing


    herself at men and just like Monica!”


    Simon’s gaze darkened as he turned to Monica, “Is this true? Have you been scheming against


    Whitney?”


    “No, Simon, I would never hurt her,” Monica pleaded, her eyes brimming with feigned innocence.


    But this time, Simon was not buying her act. Recalling past disputes between Whitney and Monica, he


    had always sided with Monica, seeing her as fragile and gentle.


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    However, Faith was the one revealing the truth now, and Simon could not deny what he saw with his


    own eyes.


    Perhaps Monica was not as innocent and weak as he had thought.


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    He left Monica to deal with the aftermath.


    But Faith would not have it. She dragged Roselyn out, stripping her clothes and tossing her into the


    hallway, shouting. “Let everyone see what a shameless little tramp she is! Did Monica send you here?


    Simon, what’s your game? Thinking you could send your minion to charm my brother and win over the


    Perlman family inheritance? I’ll be telling Grandpa about this! And your mother, Phebe, won’t get off


    scot–free either!”


    Monica’s face turned ghostly pale as she stumbled back. No, she had only intended to disgrace


    Whitney, but now she was caught in her own trap.


    As Simon turned away with a cold expression, she felt the chill of istion. She had just managed to


    turn things around with Phebe, and now, had she caused more trouble?


    Roselyn was left to bear Faith’s wrath, humiliated in front of everyone. Though vain and materialistic,


    she still had her pride. The men around her leered, a mix of lust and mockery in their eyes.


    Clutching her face in horror, Roselyn clung to Monica’s legs, begging, “Monica, I was wrong. I got


    confused for a moment. Please, exin to Faith, keep me safe!”


    Monica had already seen through Roselyn’s true colors, and now that she was in danger herself, she


    had no intention of saving her.


    Without hesitation, she shook off Roselyn, adding insult to injury. “How could I save you when you’re so


    despicable? I never taught you to be this low. Don’t smear my name in front of Faith. Just get lost!


    Faith, I had no idea about her actions. Please don’t misunderstand me.”


    Roselyn was crushed under Faith’s foot, her humiliation recorded by the mocking crowd, her fists


    clenched in


    rage.


    Monica would pay for this night’s betrayal – Roselyn swore her vengeance would be as ruthless as


    possible.


    Having quietly observed the entire farce from her booth, Whitney pped her hands lightly and stood


    up.


    Monica could not even wait for thepetition results before trying to sabotage her.


    Well, she did not mind turning the tables and using this incident as payback. It was uncertain whether


    Phebe would find out, but one thing was for sure the friendship between Roselyn and Monica was


    ruined. The


    –


    seeds of hatred nted in Roselyn’s heart would, with a little nurturing, provide Whitney with a weapon


    in the


    future.


    Ste, too, would feel the repercussions, and Whitney watched with a detached chill.


    Monica wanted to disturb the peace between her friends, right?


    She would return the favor.


    The next day, thendline rang after lunch with Natalie in the vi.


    It was L.


    Taryn answered and then turned to Whitney, “Madam, Sir has sent a driver to pick you up. He’d like you


    to visit


    his office.”


    “Hmm? What for?” Whitney wondered.


    With a knowing twinkle in her eye, Natalie ascended the stairs and selected an outfit that could have


    what he’s up to, doll yourself up, Whitney,” she advised. “Outshine those other gals at his office. Our


    girl’s a natural beauty, with skin as smooth as a baby’s cheeks. This pink will suit you to a T.”


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    The olddy was sharp as a tack, she had already grilled her son and understood the conflict in detail


    when he returned that evening.


    Meanwhile, Whitney was pondering a different matter altogether: was she really about to visit his


    A frisson of excitement washed over her. The moment the chauffeur pulled up in the car, she hopped in


    without hesitation.


    The unassuming Bentley entered the city center and approached a nondescript office building.


    The assistant escorted her to the 28th floor. As they exited the elevator, Whitney observed various


    otherpanies; the building was clearly a leasehold for office spaces.


    Then, she entered a rather ordinary–looking office.


    Behind the ss door, a man sat at a desk, his suit crisp, his posture emanating an air of solemnity


    from beneath his mask.


    On the desky a solitary document, seemingly ced there to give the impression of a makeshift


    attempt at officialdom. ·


    Whitney’s gazended on his crossed legs, her voice tinged with disbelief, “L, is this really your office?”