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.

of an ultra–luxury car approached, and

the car, but the consecutive numbers on the license plate left Simon

a license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite of

Whose car was this?

out, respectfully calling,

Valentine, not as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With

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

with? That license plate–only the Lippert family

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Chapter 27

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

but feigning sorrow,

could Whitney know a

deep resentment bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all

cars, he ahead and

“Did I do well,

Tiana to drug Monica and take her to

had bought some dog meat to stage the

plans were derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her

stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana said cheerfully. “By the way, did Mr. Lippert show

replied, distracted by her fake husband

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

her to wait as

smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace of a

said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up days ago. Thank

L raised

the evening breeze like an ethereal

at her lips, and his fingers loosened his

I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said, stepping

“Hmph.”

the imposing Bugatti behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might

mouth twitched in

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for

they headed

at an important event. “Did you come

and deep gaze were