Chapter 135
Simon’s silhouette was etched in shadow as he gazed at her, a pang of panic–vored pain shooting
through his heart.
“That’s the only thing have left from your Grandpa, and if I give it to you, you’ll kick me to the curb,
Whitney…I admit, I realized toote. I know now that it’s you I deeply love, not Monica. Can’t you give
me another chance?” He stepped forward, reaching out to take her delicate hand.
Whitney recoiled coolly, avoiding his grasp, and met his gaze with a hint of mockery. “If I hadn’t taken
back Skye Gem, you’d surely not be professing love for me now. The moment Monica stepped down,
your affections shifted so quickly. Now you im to love me, yet you’re courting Scarlett.”
Simon’s mind raced back to the g at Joyful Manor, where he had appeared with Scarlett, all
witnessed by Whitney.
He clutched his head in torment. “It was my mother’s doing. For the sake of the inheritance, I had no
choice. I was wrong, Whitney. I was fooled by Monica’s hypocritical facade. That’s why I mistreated
you. But Scarlett is just a front. Just give me some time, leave that masked man at your side. Do you
even know who he really is? How can you follow such a dangerous man? Come back to me.”
Whitney found him utterly despicable and no longer cared to entertain his pleas. Standing up, she
asked, “You won’t give me the contact book, will you?”
“I won’t–not unless youe back to me!” Simon was adamant.
“Simon, tomorrow is the deadline.” Whitney’s eyes were icy as she turned and walked away.
Once in her car, she pondered momentarily before calling a trusted manager at Skye Gem. “Contact
Troy and Faith Perlman tonight. Tell them the Skye Gem board has ousted Simon and that we’re
interested in a partnership with Troy’spany. Invite them to the office tomorrow.”
The manager hesitated but quickly grasped Whitney’s intent to confront Simon and promptly set out to
arrange the meeting.
Whitney then texted Tiana, [Can you get me Scarlett’s number?]
Tiana was puzzled. Scarlett was Simon’s recent date, right? But she immediately responded: [Whitney,
what are you plotting now?]
Whitney massaged her temples; she was not plotting. She was desperate to retrieve the contact book
and reach out to her uncle, her only remaining family.
Whitney arrived early at United Realty Corporation the next morning, waiting in her office.
Felix had not returnedst night, but Whitney had already contacted him. He said L would be back at
United Realty Corporation this morning.
She had their flight details and timed their arrival.
Just past nine, the office door burst open.
Castor, face scratched and bruised, stormed in, pointing an using finger at Whitney. “You released
that video yesterday, didn’t you? Just as I made you speak at the meeting, chaos ensued. My wife
showed up, and I couldn’t find you–you’re guilty as sin!”
Seething, he had pieced together the debacle after getting home and came straight to confront
Whitney.
Whitney stood calmly behind her desk, giving a subtle nod to Harper..
Harper quickly spread the video of yesterday’spany turmoil to Whitney’s close friends.
with innocence and indignation. “What on earth are you talking about, Castor? Your infidelity has
be the talk of the entirepany, casting a shadow on our reputation. Now, you’re dragging the
“Don’t y the victim with me! You think I don’t know your game? You pushed ine out, and now
you’re targeting me? I won’t go down without a fight!” Castor was livid, moving to confront her.
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Harper stepped between them to shield Whitney, but Whitney subtly waved her aside.
Castor, losing control, grabbed Whitney’s arm just as the door opened again. Felix stepped aside to
reveal a tall and imposing figure.
“Castor! What the hell are you doing? Ludwik’s voice was deep and chilling.
Castor spun around to see the intimidating CEO and stumbled backward, releasing Whitney. The
towering man approached her, his brow furrowed with concern for her well–being, before turning his icy
gaze back to Castor. “What did you want to do to my wife?”
Tve been wronged!” Castor trembled, desperately pleading his case. “You’re unaware, sir, that your
wife deliberately released my private video at the meeting yesterday. She humiliated me, tarnishing my
reputation and jeopardizing the hotel group’s project. That’s why I came to have a word with her.”
Ludwik did not say a word, his formidable presence quieting the room. He circled Whitney’s face,
aware of thepany scandal Castor had stirred up. He assumed Whitney had been waiting for his
return today.
His piercing eyes made Whitney uneasy–after all, she had stirred up a storm in hispany.
Noticing L’s mood, Whitney denied the usation. “Castor, you have no evidence to use me of
sabotaging you. Without proof, your usations are baseless.”
“You…”
“Enough.” Ludwik cut him off with a fierce edge. Leaning against the desk, hemanded the room.
“Castor, you’re fired.”
“Why?” Castor paled, his voice quivering with disbelief. “You rarely take direct control of United Realty
Corporation, and I know I’m just a minor manager, but I’ve contributed to thepany. My private life
doesn’t interfere with my professional abilities. Please, be lenient!”
At this moment, Whitney spoke softly, “Causing damage to thepany’s image, Castor, that’s a very
direct interference.”
“Look, only people in this firm know about the incident, and I swear it won’t leak from me. It won’t hurt
thepany’s reputation!” Castor pleaded, his desperation palpable.
“Castor, your dirtyundry is trending online. Scores of women scorned by their husbands have seen
the video of you hitting your wife. They’re livid, and they’re tearing you apart on social media. You’re
infamous now.” Whitney smirked as she showed him the trending news on her tablet.
Castor slumped to the floor in disbelief. “This can’t be happening. Whitney, did you do this?”
Whitney ignored his usation and handed a voice recorder to L. “Mr. President, I have a recording
here that you might want to hear.”
Ludwik’s gaze was stern as the audio filled the room. It was from the restaurant yesterday, Castor and
his cronies mocking Whitney behind her back.
After listening, Ludwik’s expression turned icy. “Felix, bring me everyone who spoke on this recording.
especially your secretary.”
Just then, Harper pulled out a delivery receipt from the day before, trying to vindicate Whitney. “Mr.
President, Castor bullied the VP to the point that I had to order delivery upstairs because the restaurant
manager refused to serve her.”
The receipt, a relic of Whitneys stru
portrayed her with a touch of vulnerability, “I was fine, really. It’s just
that I was worried about the baby.”
She cradled her belly, prompting L’s eyes to darken with resolve. He ordered without hesitation,
“Someone, throw Castor out and fire the restaurant manager, now!”
“Mr. President…” Castor’s voice trailed off. He copsed, his face pale as ash. His eyes flickered with
fear when he looked at Whitney, realizing she had recorded their conversation, keeping evidence of
their little schemes. Today, she had turned the tables on them before the big boss.
Whitney watched, her expression still, as Castor was escorted out. This was a significant victory for her
in the United Realty Corporation, as Castor was ine’s biggest inside man. With him out of the
picture, she had cut off one of ine’s main tentacles in thepany.