Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136 

The CEO’s fury in the executive office was the talk of the town at United Realty Corporation. News of him firing Castor, Castor’s secretary, and the restaurant manager spread like wildfire through the company. 

Tension gripped the employees; the budding scandal involving Whitney as the CEO’s mistress had been swiftly snuffed out by his recent outburst. It was clear to everyone: Whitney was not to be trifled with. 

In hushed tones, the executives conversed, their opinions of Whitney shifting dramatically. “Whitney’s no pushover. That leaked video of Castor’s infidelity might just have her fingerprints all over it. In less than a day, Castor was out on his ear–and he was Elaine’s right–hand man!” 

As they pondered this, the executives who had once been in Elaine’s inner circle exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the shifting tides. 

At that moment, one of the executives‘ phone rang. It was Elaine reaching out from her sphere of influence. The executive answered reluctantly. 

Elaine tried to rally her allies. “I’ve heard about Whitney setting up Castor’s dismissal. I’m counting on your support.” 

“Elaine, I’m tied up at the moment. Maybe try some of the other execs.” The executive said. 

Afterward, Elaine made several calls, but they were all met with excuses or outright refusal to acknowledge their past connections. 

Sitting in her spartan branch office, Elaine’s frustration boiled over. 

Whitney, that wretched woman, had played a vicious hand. In just one day, she had neutralized Castor, whom Elaine had hoped to use as a weapon against Whitney, undermining her in the company so that Ludwik would long for Elaine’s return. 

Now, Elaine’s chances of making a comeback in Banyan City through the company were slim. 

Furious, she swept the documents from her desk and slumped back in her chair, her eyes flashing with hatred. Then, a sinister smile curled her lips as if struck by a sudden idea. 

She dialed the Riverlyn City dating agency. “I need to meet one of eligible bachelors in Riverlyn City immediately. I’m ready for a romance.” 

So, Whitney wanted to push her into a new relationship? She would play along–it was the perfect way to make her return to Banyan City. 

Meanwhile, the VP’s office was filled with silence. 

Ludwik had just legitimized Whitney’s position in the company and dealt with the execs involved in the previous day’s fiasco. His imposing figure turned to face Whitney, his 

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penetrating gaze resting on her. 

His presence was overpowering, his stature imposing. 

Suddenly, his voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. “Perhaps it’s time for your friend to retract Castor’s news story?” 

Whitney, sipping her water, choked in surprise, spilling some of it. She frantically wiped it away, her fingertips pale against the dark fabric of her blouse. As she turned to face him, she met his intense eyes. 

Ludwik’s eyebrow arched as he approached. “The company’s image is important. I don’t mind the small games, but when they escalate, I need to step in.” 

She was speechless. In essence, he admitted he knew about all her little schemes, but as long as they were harmless, he looked the other way. 

Embarrassed, her cheeks flushed, Whitney stammered a defense. “Castor was making it impossible for me to work here, and I couldn’t just walk around the company with the stigma of a mistress. I had to do something…” 

“Smart move,” he said with a slight curve of his lips, looking down at her. “I left you at the office yesterday to see what you were capable of. You took the opportunity to swiftly eliminate Elaine’s leftovers?” 

“I didn’t mean to…” Whitney stuttered, but realizing that he had seen through her intentions left her flustered. She pouted and tried to charm her way out of the situation. 

Ludwik, his expression unreadable, took her chin in his hand. “I’ve dealt with the bullies. From now on, no one in the company will dare to speak against you. They’ll respect you as they respect me. I’ll make sure your path here is smooth.” 

His words sent her heart racing, stirred by his commanding tone. 

She produced a voice recorder and a takeout menu, her subtle way of getting back at him, telling him that she did not deserve the label of a mistress. 

Thinking he had left her alone to fend for herself the day before, she had not realized he had been aware of her situation. Her hand reached out timidly and wrapped around his waist. With a shy glance at the door, she whispered, “Now that I’ve gotten rid of Castor, are you still upset?” A subtle movement in his throat was the only sign of his reaction. A slight smile played on his lips. 

“He was just a manager. Do you think he mattered that much? United Realty Corporation is very important to me. The truly capable ones are in the core circle.” 

His implication was clear: dealing with a small fish like Castor was her prerogative. 

He stood tall, holding her hand gently, his lips curving into a smile. “Would you like to be part of the core circle at United Realty Corporation?” 

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Of course, Whitney nodded eagerly. 

“Then come with me to the meeting. Show me if you have any talent in real estate management,” Ludwik said as he walked out of the office. 

Whitney hurriedly grabbed the portfolio for the five–star hotel group project she had been studying. It was the company’s biggest project, worth hundreds of billions. In the boardroom, she witnessed L’s prowess in business, his decisiveness and authority leaving her in awe, completely enchanted by him. 

As the meeting wrapped up around noon and the crowd dispersed, L gave Whitney a covert glance. 

Feeling her cheeks redden at his suggestive look, she wondered, “Is he inviting me to his CEO’s office?” 

After returning to her office to drop off the documents, Whitney took advantage of the empty floor as the secretaries were out for lunch. She dashed into the CEO’s office, eager for their private encounter. 

Whitney’s head popped in and out from behind the cubicle like a curious kitten, catching the attention of the man seated behind the grand oak desk. His lips quirked in amusement as his gaze drifted over to her. “Madam, everyone in this office knows you’re my temporary wife. They might not be clued in on our genuine romance, but you don’t need to hide,” he teased. 

“Otherwise, they might start to think I summoned you here at lunch to sneak off to the break room for a little… intimacy.” 

Whitney’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. 

Especially when Felix, trying to stifle his laughter, looked like he was being force–fed a heavy dose of PDA right at his desk. 

Annoyed, Whitney glared at the man, her slender hand on her hip. “Then why did you call me over?”