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.

roar of an ultra–luxury car approached, and when the

the

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

Whose car was this?

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

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

of exhaust for the Valentine family to

Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert

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Chapter 27

Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined.

but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s disgraced our

Whitney know a man with such

be his–all of

separate cars, he ahead and

urgently contacted her, “Did I do

Tiana to drug Monica

bought some dog meat

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

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

her fake husband

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

for her to wait as

her with the grace

the car. She knelt to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up days ago. Thank you for your

L

the evening breeze like

at her lips, and

L. Without you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!”

“Hmph.”

her. “But you really shouldn’t use

mouth twitched

for the

headed towards

an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you return just for this?” She asked

pause and deep gaze