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.

unmistakable roar of an ultra–luxury car approached, and

the consecutive numbers on the license plate left Simon and Monica

even the

Whose car was this?

out, respectfully calling,

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

cloud of

gotten involved with? That license

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Chapter 27

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

core but feigning sorrow,

turned sour. How could Whitney know a

to be his–all of

separate cars, he ahead and she

her, “Did I

to drug Monica and

dog meat to stage the

and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a foregone

for Monica–just as she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And

by her fake husband and missing her

there,

wait as he finished his

the smoke cleared, he approached 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

again?” L

in the evening breeze

her lips, and his

my

“Hmph.”

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

twitched in

grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for being mistaken

they headed towards the

important event. “Did you come

deep gaze were