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 it, they

limited edition Bugatti Veyron–not just the car, but the

license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite

Whose car was this?

out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car

addressed her as Ms. Valentine, not as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and Preston, and gracefully got

sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family

abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only

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Chapter 27

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

jealous to the core but feigning sorrow, added,

complexion turned sour. How could Whitney

him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her

Whitney traveled in separate cars, he ahead and

“Did I

instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take

some dog

plans were derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness,

again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana said cheerfully. “By the way, did Mr. Lippert show up?”

by her fake

L, already there,

for her to wait

cleared, he approached her with the

bounded from the car. She knelt to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve

L raised an

standing up in the evening

and his fingers loosened his

L. Without you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She

“Hmph.”

“But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might not

twitched

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for being mistaken as a

they headed towards

formal attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or

and deep gaze were