Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Whitney raised an eyebrow and looked at Monica with amusement as if she were watching a court jester perform.

Standing beside her, L. towered with an impeccable posture, blatantly ignoring Monica as if she were beneath

his notice.

‘Let’s get going,” he said, turning with an air of distinction.

Whitney followed him, delicate and soft, which only made him seem more imposing.

Simon watched from behind, his eyes simmering with an intense, fiery anger,

“Whitney!” He barked, halting her in her tracks.

Monica’s face soured instantly.

Whitney paused, and L. glanced at her. “I need to take a call. The driver will pick you up. Can you handle that?”

She nodded with a faint smile.

With a cool glance back, Whitney watched Simon approach, eyeing L as he walked away to take his call. “Who the hell is that guy?” Simon demanded.

“None of your damn business.”

“How can you associate with riffraff? Whitney, have you sunk so low?”

“At least I’m not scavenging for coins in the gutter.”

Her words stung Monica and Simon, and onlookers struggled to suppress their laughter.

Monica’s face turned icy while Simon’s expression grew colder. He grabbed Whitney’s hand and sneered, “Riffraff without a car, right? He’s probably riding a motorcycle. I’ll take you home!”

The sound of his car keys jingled, and the headlights of a Lamborghini flashed.

Monica feigned concern as she approached. “Oh dear sister, you must have walked here, right? You should be careful, especially being pregnant, even if the father’s identity is a mystery. Let Simon and me take you home. What if something happens to you on that motorcycle?”

The elite ladies nearby cast disdainful glances at Whitney. As beautiful as she was, it baffled them why she would be with a thug.

Whitney remained silent.

an ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers recognized

the consecutive numbers on the license plate left Simon and Monica

power, something even the elite of Banyan City could

Whose car was this?

driver stepped out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car is

which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned

Bugatti Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to choke

Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert

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Chapter 27

Whitney’s involved with the Lippert family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some

the core but feigning sorrow,

could Whitney

supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities should have

Whitney traveled in separate cars,

urgently contacted her, “Did I do

had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and

dog meat

plans were derailed, and everyone witnessed her

are always jumping around, but too bad for Monica–just as she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now,

her fake

Whitney alighted from the car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature

wait as he finished

he approached her with the grace

softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up days

L

standing up in the evening

and his fingers loosened his

Without you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said, stepping

“Hmph.”

shouldn’t use

mouth twitched in

for the plate for being

headed towards the

important event. “Did you come back from

and deep gaze were