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

Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers

a license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite

Whose car was this?

driver stepped out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine,

directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned

cloud of exhaust for

abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert family in Banyan City

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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

jealous to the core but feigning

How could Whitney

bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities should have

separate cars, he ahead and

urgently contacted her, “Did

Whitney had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take

some dog meat to

were derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making

she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract

fake husband and missing her nemesis’s handsome

there, stood elegantly, smoking a

her to wait as he

he approached her with the grace

old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through

again?” L raised

the

and his fingers loosened his

my dogs!”

“Hmph.”

behind her. “But you really shouldn’t

mouth twitched

feeling sorry for the plate

headed towards

an important event. “Did you come back from a trip,

pause and deep gaze were

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