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.

car approached, and when the onlookers recognized it, they collectively

just the car, but the consecutive numbers on the license

number symbolized power, something even the elite of Banyan City

Whose car was this?

driver stepped out, respectfully calling, “Ms.

not as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile,

of exhaust for the Valentine

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

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Chapter 27

with scorn. “She’s ruined.

core but feigning

Whitney

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

in separate cars, he ahead and

urgently contacted her, “Did I

drug

some dog meat to

derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a foregone

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

distracted by her fake

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

for her to wait as he finished his

the smoke cleared, he approached her with the

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.

again?” L raised

in the evening breeze

her lips, and his

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

“Hmph.”

shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might

mouth twitched in

for the plate for being mistaken as a

headed towards the

suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back from

and deep