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.

approached, and when the onlookers recognized it, they collectively

but the consecutive numbers on the license plate

a license plate number symbolized power, something even

Whose car was this?

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

suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and Preston, and gracefully got

leaving a cloud of exhaust

gotten involved with? That license plate–only the

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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 guy with a fake plate!”

jealous to the core but feigning sorrow, added,

turned sour. How could Whitney know

was supposed to be his–all of her

traveled in separate cars, he ahead and she

urgently contacted her, “Did I

drug Monica

some dog meat to stage

derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed

again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana said

Whitney replied, distracted by her fake husband and missing

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

for her to wait as

he approached her

gave them

L

the evening breeze like an

her lips, and his fingers loosened his

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

“Hmph.”

really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might not

twitched in

feeling sorry for the plate

headed towards

formal attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you return just for this?”

deep gaze were answer