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 when the onlookers recognized

the consecutive numbers on the license plate left Simon and

number symbolized power, something even the elite of

Whose car was this?

driver stepped out, respectfully calling,

of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past

leaving a cloud of exhaust

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

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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

the core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s disgraced

turned sour. How could Whitney know a man with such a

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

Whitney traveled in separate cars,

urgently contacted her, “Did I do

instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her to

some dog meat to stage the

everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization

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

fake husband and missing her

there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature man with

for her to wait as

cleared, he approached her with the

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

L

in the

lips, and his fingers

have my dogs!” She said,

“Hmph.”

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

twitched in

sorry for the

they headed

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

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