When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 130 Both of Them Cto Pick Her Up After Work

Back at Universal Architecture, Amy immediately asked Whitney to follow her in the office.

“Although you managed to salvage the situation, the earlier mistake still stands. You're given the company a bad

impression,”

Amy leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, her posture condescending “Your evaluation will be marked

down.

“Hundentand.”

Whitney didn’t argue. The meeting had indeed been delayed for half an hour because of her. In a big company,

every minute counted.

“Leave.” Amy wwed her hand dismissively.

Whitney humed and walked out. Beata, who saw her leading Amy's office, noticed she didn’t seem happy. “How

did it go? Was the meeting successful?

“Not sovich. It almost got canceled “

Beata’s eyes widened in surprise as Whitney recounted the situation

“That's a bit too coincidental. Your file went missing on your laptop and your USB drive was infected with a virus?

it’s a good thing you were cautious and had a backup.“Beata sighed in sympathy.

Whitney had also felt that something was off Unless she was experiencing early-onset dementia and lud

forgotten deleting the file, it was impossible for something like this to happen. Someone had tampered with her

laptop i

had a backup on her USB drive.

She started to think back to every detail before the meeting. She vaguely remembered using the preparations

with Beata when Amy happened to leave her

office.

When they arrived at Seabourke Architectural Institute, she was called to register her information. Her laptop

win’t with her at that time

Afterward, she went to the restroom, which would've given enough tfor someone to tamper with her things

As her design had been accepted, several designers had expressed discontent.

There were many suspects, so it wouldn't be fair to immediately accuse Amy. But Amy’s motive seemed clearer

since she had feelings for Noel

She might have seen Whitney as her rival and wanted to make her look bad in front of him, possibly even get her

lacked off the project and out of Universal

Architecture.

All Whitney wanted was to work hand and becan architect, but it seemed thei

med the joumey was filled with obstacles and challenges,

The workday cto an end. Since Whitney hadn't driven berself today, she had to take a cab.

It was the evening rush hour, and the area around Universal Architecture was crowded with people waiting for

cabs. Even berride-sharingshowed a queue of people ahead of her.

Whitney decided to walk down a different street to avoid the crowd.

As Whitney reached out to haill a cab, a black Maybach slowly paled up in front of her. Damian stepped out of

the car, saying, “I figured you'd be waiting here for a ode”

He walked over and opened the passenger door for her.

“There's no one else around, so you don’t have to put on an art. I'm not getting in your car,”

Whitney said coldly, taking a few steps forward as she continued to watch the approaching cabs.

“Con, don’t be stubbom: If you're not getting in my car, whose car are you getting in?“Dainian asked.

His words were clearly laced with insinuation, but Whitney chose to ignore him.

Just then, another car pulled up not far from her. It was Noel's black G-Wagon.

The driver got out and, not noticing Damian, said, “Ms. Spencer, Mr. Howard is waiting for you inside.” He

opened the back door after extending the invite

Noel sat inside, looking at her with calm eyes.

Whitney felt a headache coming on. It seemed like both of them had cto pick her up afterwork.

Damian walked up to Noel's car “You gave Whitney a ride in the moming. Now, you're picking her up after work.

If we weren't family, I'd wonder if you had other intentions toward my fiancée.”

Noel's expression remained indifferent, and his voice was just as calm” doopped her off this morning, so it’s only

natural forto pick her up in the evening. | on the way. Should | make a special trip just to avoid her? Grandpa

would be upset withfor not taking care of her properly.”

Damian squinted his eyes before smiling, his tone turning playful. “Noel, you're overthinking it. Since I'm already

here, it’s more appropriate forto take her

H

He reached out to pull Whitney into his car.

Whitney frowned and twisted her wrist. Thankfully, Damian, mindful of the public, didn’t force her. She easily

broke free from his grip.

Looking at the two of them, she said, “I'm not getting into either of your cars, | have plans with a friend. You both

should leave.”

Just then, a car drove by, and the driver asked if she was the owner of the phone number ending in

into the flow of traffic.

That afternoon, Yvette had invited both her and Helena to it.

Whitney nodded and got into the car, which quickly merged

Uponentering the private dining room, Whitney didn’t see Yvette, only Helena. She was dressed in a black

professional suit, with her long, wavy hair cascading down her back

“Yuna couldn't make it. Her parents just retumed from abroad and are taking her to the York residence,” Helena

explained

“Are they discussing the annulment?” Whitney asked.

Previously, due to Yvette’s parents being abroad, they hadn't been able to discuss it. Yvette had even urged

them several times to return quickly.

“not sure about her mom, but her dad dotes on her and can’t stand seeing her upset.”

Parents always loved their children, though Whitney's father was a different story. A pang of bittemesstightened

in her chest

“Grandpa really treats you differently,” Helena said suddenly, her tone tuming colder.