Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Suddenly, Whitney’s hand was slapped, and Roselyn snatched the shirt away.

Her arm was still smarting from the last time Whitney and her thug buddy roughed her up at the club. Today, she was hell–bent on humiliating Whitney.

With a sneer, Roselyn said, “Whitney, this is a Hermès counter. Can you read it? Do you think you’re still that jet–setting socialite who used to be front row at fashion shows?

And you, sales clerks, times have changed. Why are you letting every Tom, Dick, and Harry in here to pollute the view of us esteemed VIPs?”

The clerk, eager to appease Roselyn, immediately looked at Whitney with disdain.

Tiana was about to rush forward in Whitney’s defense, but Whitney stopped her with a hand.

Roselyn picked up a dress with an air of superiority, “This is Monica’s custom gown worth 880 grand. You’re with some nobody who can’t even afford my medical bills. Do you think you can afford a scrap of this dress? And what are you wearing?”

She viciously pulled at Whitney’s collar to inspect her clothes, “Monet? Ha, must be a knockoff!

Everyone, take a look! The once untouchable Ms. Valentine is wearing fakes now. Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Sales clerks, be careful, don’t let the poor steal anything!”

Whitney wanted to laugh, curious about what L would say if he heard someone questioning the authenticity of his clothes.

“Shouldn’t you be throwing out this down–and–out who can’t afford to buy anything with a black card?” Roselyn thought smugly, sure that publicly stepping on Whitney would earn her points with Monica.

The clerk hesitated, moving to usher Whitney out.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Whitney produced her smartphone, with a gold–embossed black card resting on top. She approached the counter and calmly said, “I’ll take the entire collection in this store, including the dress she’s holding – the precious gown Monica wants.” She glanced back at Roselyn with a mocking smile.

store fell into an eerie silence, punctuated only by

clerks‘ faces transformed, and

at her. “Impossible, how could you have a black card? Clerk, check her card. It must

the transaction without batting an eyelid, and

livid, and the onlookers began to

bother tearing into people like you. Oops, my bad, I tore it a bit.

“Tiana, you bitch, you…”

me to kick

the store, clutching the torn gown, her

immediately called, whining, “Monica,

You can’t handle this one thing. You’re useless!”

darkened with malice. She and Monica were just fair–weather friends. If it were not for Monica’s current power, she would

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Chapter 22

black card. She just bought the whole store’s collection and

you say that her nobody boyfriend couldn’t even pay your medical bills, and now she has a black

Roselyn said, her voice filled with venom as she said, “That bitch, she’s caused scandals for my mother, Ha, my dad has already forgiven my

flattered, “Yvonne sure is

the Valentine Mansion’s

please Preston, and after his mood

clenched her fists when thinking about how Whitney had exposed her past. Fortunately, Preston had quashed the trending searches, and the taunts from the other high society ladies had subsided.

Monica’s engagement. But Monica still needs a dowry. If we gave the East Side resort as a generous gift, our daughter

hers,”