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.

ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers

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

even

Whose car was this?

out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your

which suggested L’s directive. With a

cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to choke

Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the

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Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some guy with a

jealous to the core but feigning

turned sour. How could Whitney know a man with such

to be his–all of her

traveled in separate cars, he ahead and

urgently contacted her, “Did I do well,

to drug Monica and take her

some dog meat

everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a foregone

two 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, haha,” Tiana said

replied, distracted by her fake husband and missing her nemesis’s

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

wait as he finished his

he approached her with the

mother gave them to me. They’ve been

L raised

in the evening

and his fingers loosened his

wouldn’t have my dogs!” She

“Hmph.”

“But you really shouldn’t use that license plate.

twitched in

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for

they headed towards

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

pause and deep gaze were

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