Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1148

The person standing there was none other than Whitney. She held a folder in her hand, standing tall and cool, with a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched them approach. "What a coincidence, are you here for the Inko Group shareholders' meeting too?"

Bryce paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his brow.

"What are you doing here?" Florence's expression shifted instantly as she sized up Whitney, letting out a dismissive snort. "You're nothing but a stray. Hey, someone explain how she got in here. Mr. Liam, how could you let just anyone waltz into Inko Group?"

The shareholder who had ushered them in promptly turned to the secretary at the entrance for answers.

Yet no one seemed to know how this unfamiliar woman had found her way into the boardroom.

Mr. Liam finally looked apologetically at Florence. "I truly have no clue how this lady got in."

Whitney chuckled softly, revealing her face to the room. "How did I get in? Well, funny story. The Inko Group security guard saw my face and must have thought Ms. Tennyson decided to show up for work, so they just let me through."

She turned fully towards them, her words piquing everyone's curiosity.

Mr. Liam finally took a good look at her face, and not just him—the other directors, especially those who had seen Parisa in recent days, were momentarily taken aback. "She looks quite a bit like Ms. Tennyson, doesn't she?"

Someone in the crowd voiced the thought aloud.

Florence's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice rising with indignation. "Impossible! In front of me, Ms. Tennyson's own daughter, you dare suggest such nonsense? Whitney, did you get plastic surgery to make such insinuations? My mother has just passed, and her memory isn't even cold yet, and here you are, shamelessly eyeing her estate!"

The shareholders turned to Whitney, eyes filled with suspicion. Was she here with ill intentions?

Bryce gestured grandly towards Florence.

Florence understood his silent message—Whitney was just grasping at straws, trying to leverage Parker’s identity to stir up trouble, but it was futile.

If she was here to dig her own grave, Florence was more than willing to help her along.

Florence invited the shareholders to take their seats, officially starting the meeting. Her first order of business was to flaunt, right in front of Whitney, the DNA test conducted in Germinia: "Ladies and gentlemen, let me first prove my identity.

Here is the DNA test between Ms. Tennyson and myself, done at the time of our reunion, with the hospital's stamp in black and white!”