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.

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

Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers

even the

Whose car was this?

calling, “Ms. Valentine, your

which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney

leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine

involved with? That

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Chapter 27

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

jealous to the core but feigning sorrow, added,

complexion turned sour. How could Whitney know a man

supposed to be his–all

separate cars, he ahead and

contacted her, “Did I do well,

instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her to

some dog

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

as she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do

by her fake

the villa, Whitney alighted from the car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking a

wait

approached her

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

again?” L raised

up in the

at her lips, and his fingers loosened his Windsor–knotted

have my dogs!” She said, stepping closer to him

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched in

sorry for the

they headed towards

event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you

pause and deep gaze

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