When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 128 Let's See How She Handles This

In a dark colored suit and with his tall, straight posture, Noel looked every bit the professional he was, Whitney

had never seen him like this at work

His secretary followed closely behind, organizing the materials for the meeting. Noel took his seat at the head of

the long conference table. “Everyone is busy, so won't waste time. Let's begin”

His calm, steady voice filled the room. “The proposal has been appenved, and the final drawings must be

submitted within this week.

The provincial-level hospital project had a tight deadline, requiring it to be operational by early next year. All

processes had to he expedited. Whitney focused

Suddenly, she felt someone taples shoulder. It was a colleague fimber company. “Mr. Howard called for you,” he

whispered.

Since she was only at the assistant level, Whitney was seated at the ckofthe table. She had been so absorbed in

her notes that she hadn't heard him call her

She lifted her gare incension and looked across the long table, Noel's dark pupils seemed to hold a hint of doubt

the stared at her.

Am med slightly. “Mr. Hand wants you to explain the design proposal. What are you waiting for?.

They had asked her to present at this meeting. Whitney had completely forgotten about this

Paniclong, she quickly stood up she clutched her laptop as she walked to the front of the room.

Noel shifted slightly in his seat, giving her space to set up the projector. As she bent over to connect her laptop,

her portail, which was tied low at the back of her head, noved forward. The faint fragrance of joomine Hogered in

the air, brushing past Noel's nose.

Her delicate profile, with her dark lashes nearly brushing her cheeks, and the subtle curve of her nose, was

enhanced by her soft makrop Herlips, usually a rosy pink, were now a soft cherry color. As she focused on her

work, her lips heherned into a thinli

“Is something wrong?” Noel asked.

Whitney's fingers moved over the touch screen as her eyes stayed focused on it. She frowed her brows and said,

“I can’t find my

Hearing this, Amy asked, “Can't find it? You didn’t save it?

Whitney was certain she had saved it. She had even double-checked it before leaving this moming. The murmur

of whispers filled the room.

“What's going on with you? This is embarrassing for our company! You can’t even save a file properly. Did you

forget to do it and are now just saying you can’t find

Id you, a new assistant can’t possibly cup with something better than us. She most we stole the design

concept from somewhere. Now, when it’s tfor her to present her own designs, she can’t evendrawthem

For a whole month, these designers had racked their brains but couldn’t cup with a decent plan. They never

expected to be outshone by a new assistant who had only been around for three days.

Noel had praised her work, and even the higher-ups had approved it. This only made the others more

dissatisfied with Whitney.

So today, they had hoped to see what kind of person the was. They never imagined she would be like this.

Someone whispered, “How did she even get into Universal Architecture? Could she have sshady

connections?

Sering the others’ dissatisfaction with Whitney, Amy felt somewhat pleased.

Noel had specifically sent her a message, asking Whitney to present her design at the meeting. This meant

Whitney was being involved in the project, and Amy was

furious

Whitney had only joined the company a few days ago, and now, she had Noel's attention. With this incident, it

would seem to others that Whitney was nothing more than a pretty face. She was unable to accomplish anything

Noel lightly tapped the table, and the room fell silent.

His expression remained neutral as he asked Whitney, “As designers, we always need backups. Don’t you know

that?”

His words reminded Whitory that she had a backup. “Yes, | have a backup. I saved it to a USB drive last night.”

The USB drive was in her bag Whitney quickly returned to her seat to look for it

Amy, who had just been relieved, now showed a darkened expression

Whitney dug through her bag, checking carefully. Thirty seconds passed, then a minute, and then a minute and a

half.

Someone in the room couldn’t hold back any longer. “How much longer are you going to delay us? We still have

other work to do. If we can’t finish our work, will

“Exactly. She didn’t do it, and now, she’s just making up a story about having a backup”

“Let’s see how she handles this.”

Noel glanced at everyone with cold eyes and said, “If anyone is in a hurry, feel free to leave.”

The people who had been whispering immediately fell silent. No matter how busy they were, they couldn't be

busier than Noel, who served as the chief designer

“I found it.” Whitney's forehead was sick with sweat. She had feared the USB drive might be missing, but finally,

she found it at the bottom of a compartment.

She quickly retumed to the front and plugged the USB drive into the laptop.

At the stime, Noel tipped through the papers in front of him, waiting for her to begin

As Whitney double-clicked the file on the laptop, the screen soddenly went black. Her stunned reflection was the

only thing visible on the darkened screen.