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Chapter 138
Chapter 138
Chapter 138
Chapter 138
Whitney lowered her gaze gently, awaiting the precise moment when he stepped into the room.
“Why would you partner with them? Was this intentional? To embarrass me, to make me look bad in
front of the Perlman family? Whitney, you’re so cruel!”
“All I wanted was one thing. My uncle is my only family, and you’ve been holding out on me. Who do
you think is the cruel cne?” Whitney rose sharply to her feet.
Troy watched without interruption.
Faith’s expression cooled as she clutched the proposal, eyeing Whitney, “Are you really serious about
this?” “Absolutely.” Whitney turned, her face set with a chilling resolve, “Faith, this deal with Skye Gem
Ltd. is only advantageous for your company. Take it home and mull it over. We’ll talk detalls in a couple
of days.”
“No way!” Simon lunged for the proposal, “Skye Gem Ltd. will never partner with their company, never!”
“Simon, you’re no longer the CEO of Skye Gem Ltd. You can’t make decisions for Whitney. And
Whitney, I’m looking forward to cooperate with you.” Troy smirked, snatched the proposal and left.
After the siblings departed, Simon’s eyes reddened with rage as he glared at Whitney, “Why are you
driving me into a corner! Do you know that since I lost the position of CEO, my father has started to
doubt me? Troy has stolen the show at today’s Perlman Group shareholder meeting. Now you’re
teaming up with them, and I’ll be the laughingstock of the Perlman family!”
Whitney observed his frantic and tormented expression indifferently.
Once upon a time, when he and Monica had pushed her into a corner, she had felt just as helpless and
desperate.
What goes around comes around.
Ignoring his pleas, Whitney turned and walked out of the office with icy detachment. Simon was furious.
He reached out to stop her.
She noticed Simon’s grip on
Just then, at the company’s main entrance, a stunning figure walked in. Simon’s face froze as he saw
Scarlett.
Whitney’s arm and her face turned icy instantly, “Simon, what are you doing?”
Scarlett was well–informed about Simon’s entanglement with the Valentine sisters.
She was already bothered by it, yet had a fondness for Simon. He had approached her for a marriage
alliance, aiming for the support of her substantial family assets.
Scarlett approached with an air of pride.
From a distance, Whitney confronted Simon, whose expression was turning increasingly cold, “I asked
Scarlett to come. I have a recording of your sweet nothings from last night in my phone. What do you
think will happen
if I let her listen to it now?
Your marriage alliance with Scarlett will fall apart, and so will your inheritance from the Perlman family.
Unless you hand over the contact book to me, and I could forget about the collaboration with Troy and
Faith!”
Simon clenched his fists, looking at Whitney’s angelic yet ruthless face, feeling she was both familiar
and a stranger. The cold clarity in her eyes was stunning, not a trace of sympathy left within them.
He’d fantasized about reclaiming his legacy from the Perlman family, rekindling their past romance and
winning her back.
It seemed he had overestimated himself. She had left his world completely since long ago.
He was the one who pushed her away! He was the fool, blinded by Monica’s frail appearance. He was
selfish, unable to wholeheartedly love someone beyond his own benefits.
Twars weed in Semen’s eve doven by regret but outweighed once again by self interest
Whitney forced to make a choice
she looked at him with a darkening gevole choked with difficulty. Fine, I’ll give you the contact book
Just don’t giles that tending to her And the deat with Faith call it off
beg,
Whitney’s hund which had been reaching into her bag withdrew slightly
She inked Simen feeling amused inside. She had no recording actually it was a bluff, but she knew
Simon
“Cool” she said, he voice a steady as still water.
Scartel approached in irritation. But before she could scold Whitney, Simon walked over to Scarlett,
took her hand and led her away with a softened tone.
Whitney stond in the lobby and texted him I need to get that today]
Half an hour later, a defeated Simon returned [Come to my place to get it.
Whitney was cautious and invited the general manager of Skye Gem Ltd to accompany her, then they
got into Simon’s car
They drove to his apartment in silence. Whitney had no intention of speaking.
Simon glanced at her through the rear–view mirror several times, his eyes flickering with calculated
thoughts. After seeing Whitney the previous day, he had looked through the contact book carefully,
noticing a name that kept reappearing
With sly smile, he turned to Whitney and said cryptically, “Maybe it’s for the best. You might uncover
some
secrets.
Whitney frowned, unsure what he meant.
Upon arrival, Simon stepped out of the car.
Whitney waited at the door.
As the sun went down and the sky began to darken, Simon returned with the contact book.
Seeing it. Whitney’s eyes misted over with warmth, as if she saw her grandfather’s figure.
That was his belonging!
She quickly snatched it and turned to leave, but Simon grabbed her wrist. Whitney turned with a
furrowed bro “What now?”
His eyes held a meaningful chill as he stared at her, “Whitney, I asked you yesterday if you knew the
identity c the man behind the mask. You didn’t answer. You still don’t know, do you?”
“Do you know who that man could be?”
Whitney paused, her curiosity not piqued by whether L was a fake or not. Today, she had found herself
unabl to resist asking him again.
Seeing her eyes flickering, Simon stepped forward and was ready to share his supposition.
But Whitney cut him off with a mistrustful tone, “I’m not going to listen to your wild guesses. You hardly
kno him. How could you possibly know who he is? I’m not curious because he’s a real part life.
of
my
“Real, huh?” Simon let out a cold laugh, glancing at the contact book before reminding her, “There’s a
name i there you should take a good look at when you get home.”
If that masked man truly is Ludwik Lippert…
Simon smirked sardonically.
Whitney y watched his smirk with furrowed brows. She was puzzled. She clutched the contact book
tightly and entered her car.
Just as she was about to leave Simon’s condo, her cell phone rang.
It was L
Whitney quickly answered, a slight smile on her lips, “What’s up?”
“You’re not at the office?” The man’s voice was cool and shadowed with an ominous tone, “You actually
went to see Simon without telling me? Have you forgot what I told you?”
Whitney guessed he must have called the office and spoken to Harper. And then in a fit of anger, he
had tracked her down.
She frowned slightly, a bit exasperated, “I didn’t sneak off to see him. I took leave properly, and I had a
legitimate reason to meet him. Listen –