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,

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

plate number symbolized power, something even the elite of Banyan City

Whose car was this?

out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine,

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

of exhaust for

Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only

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Chapter 27

Lippert family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s

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

How could Whitney know a man with such a

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

Whitney traveled in separate cars, he ahead

urgently contacted her, “Did I do well,

Tiana to drug Monica and

driver had bought some dog

her

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 cheerfully. “By the way, did Mr. Lippert show up?”

distracted by her fake husband and missing

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

to wait

cleared, he approached her with the grace of

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

L

standing up in the

and his fingers loosened his

I wouldn’t have my

“Hmph.”

really shouldn’t use

mouth twitched

for the

headed towards the

event. “Did you come

pause and deep gaze were