Chapter 133
Whitney nced at him and chose a chair to sit down. “Castor, like you said, ‘used to‘. Are you just
helping everyone to remember that ine has already left thepany?”
“You…” Castor’s face darkened, and then he added, “This booth is full, Whitney. Perhaps you should
find another spot.”
Whitney looked up nonchntly. “Since you im it’s a booth reserved for the VP, and you’re not on
that level, maybe you should find another seat.”
Castor red 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 ine 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? ine had been engaged to the CEO for years, and Whitney just waltzed in and took her spot.
Now she’s even trying to snatch ine’s job.”
“That’s outrageous.”
“Her? Trying to be the VP? She doesn’t have half of ine’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.”
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Whitney narrowed her eyes. “Such a precise mistake?”
“I bet Castor’s got the restaurant manager in his pocket, trying to make you look bad. With the CEO
away, they’re…”
Whitney stood up and said coolly, “No matter, we can just order delivery.”
Back at her office, Whitney pored over Castor’s files and called Tiana, “Hey Tiana, could you dig up
some dirt for me?”
That entire afternoon, not a single executive reported to Whitney.
Her office was eerily quiet, a clear sign that she was being sidelined, with no way to take on any work.
Harper was anxious, thinking, “What if the CEO asks about this tomorrow? Ms. Whitney hasn’t been
able to integrate into the workflow here at all.”
Whitney remained calm. After reviewing the five–star hotel project ns, she checked her schedule
and asked, “Is it three o’clock already? Isn’t it time for the new project meeting?”
“Yes, but Castor hasn’t notified you. He’s clearly not taking you seriously,” Harper said indignantly.
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Whitney stood up, and Tiana’s ‘information‘ came through just then. She scanned it, 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?”
On the 48th floor, the meeting room was set for the five–star hotel project brainstorming session.
The executives took their seats.
Castor was in a secluded part of the hallway, on the phone, boasting, “ine, I’ve had Whitney on ice
since this morning. She was theughingstock at lunch, and I’ve spread the news about her affair.
Even if she stays at United Realty Corporation, no one will work with her. As for the uing project
meeting…”
ine’s coldughter came through on the other end. “Make sure she doesn’t attend. Tell the CEO
she’s clueless about real estate. He won’t me you. He’ll just see her as an obstacle. The worse her
reputation at thepany, the more ipetent she appears, the sooner I can return. Go ahead and
do it. I’ll promote you when I’m back.”
Boosted by her words, Castor felt a surge of gratification.
He returned to the meeting room. “Let’s start the hotel project meeting.”
One of the managers hesitated, “The hotel project is significant. Not inviting Whitney might…”
“What’s the point of inviting her if she doesn’t understand? A pregnant womaning to listen to
gibberish? We can’t let her jeopardize a hundred–billion–dor project!” Castor said with disdain.
The manager did not dare say another word.
Just then, the conference room door swung open, and a woman in sleek business attire walked in, her
smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope I’m notte, Castor. I’m actually quite
curious to hear your ‘gibberish.”
Castor was taken aback by Whitney’s presence, momentarily cowed by hermanding air,
reminiscent of Mr. Lippert’s.
But bolstered by ine’s support, he sneered. “Whitney, this is a major project the CEO cares deeply
about. I hear you’re in the jewelry business. Now, you’re trying to chair a real estate meeting? Doesn’t
seem quite right, does it?”
The executives, unfamiliar with Whitney’s capabilities, nodded in agreement upon hearing that her
expertise was unrted to real estate.
“It’s apples and oranges.”
“She wants to chair the meeting just for show, treating a huge project like child’s y!”
Castor looked at Whitney with mocking eyes, “It seems everyone disagrees with you joining the
meeting. If you’re so keen on staying, why don’t you just listen from the corner?”
Being put in the corner was akin to being relegated to the sidelines, and Harper clenched his fists in
anger.
Whitney, unfazed, walked over to Castor’s seat, nced at the namete, and said with a smile, “This
is the VP’s seat. Castor, get up.”
Without waiting for a response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out of the chair!
“Whitney, you…” Castor, caught off guard and furious, scrambled up, ready to confront her.
“What were you nning to do to a pregnant woman?” Whitney’s cold gaze stopped him in his tracks.
Remembering the baby belonged to the CEO, Castor’s heart sank, and he sat down, his face a picture
of discontent.
Whitney looked up and addressed the room, “Let’s proceed with the meeting. Continue your
discussion.”
The executives exchanged looks, unsure of what to make of the situation.
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Castor, now seated at the side, tried to provoke Whitney. We were discussing whether to go with a
circr
design or a twin–tower structure for the hotel group. Since thend hasn’t been allocated, it might take
up half the city’s area. Perhaps you’d like to share your thoughtr
Whitney arched an eyebrow and flipped open the project portfolio, confidently breaking the silence “A
hotal empire that spans half the city? Circr and twin–tower designs are just too restrictive Vidre
talking about a luxury hotel district here–it needs to be grand. Five–star amodations demand a
focus on bothig and spatial efficiency. We should really be taking a page from the Sailsky Dubai
Hotel ybook
Her words hung in the air, and the room fell silent.
The executives exchanged nces, their expressions shifting
This was not the talk of a novice, far from it.
The manager could not help but interject, “Whitney, you seem quite knowledgeable on the subject”
“Knowledgeable? Anyone can speak in generalities,” Castor interjected with a sneer. “If Whitney is so
capable, let’s see her get into the nitty–gritty on stage
Castor was convinced Whitney was out of her depth, just a jeweler with no real insight into their
industry. He was waiting to catch her in a mistake, eager to report her to the president for disrupting the
meeting and wasting everyone’s time.
“Sure,” Whitney replied coolly, agreeing to the challenge. Standing up, she passed a USB drive to
Harper, who caught Whitney’s knowing nce and promptly left the room.
Striding to the podium, Whitney had not even reached the microphone when the giant screen
disying the hotel model suddenly changed.
An explicit video began to y!
The mingled moans of a man and woman filled the solemn conference room, starkly contrasting the
professional atmosphere.
Heads whipped up in shock, only to see that the man in the video was none other than Castor!
There he was, cavorting on a lounge sofa with two women, neither of whom was his wife.
Castor stood frozen, his face turning a sickly shade of pale. He scrambled forward. Turn it off! Who put
this on? Turn it off!” He shouted, panic edging his voice as he faced the scandal unfolding before his
very peers.