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.

of an ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers recognized it, they collectively

car, but the consecutive numbers on the license plate left

symbolized power, something even the elite of Banyan

Whose car was this?

calling,

directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the

off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to

abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert family in Banyan City

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Chapter 27

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

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

complexion turned sour. How could Whitney know a man with such

supposed to be his–all of her

cars, he ahead

contacted her, “Did I

drug Monica and

had bought some dog

and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization

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

her fake

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

for her to wait as he

he approached her with the

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.

L raised

laughed, standing up in the evening breeze like an ethereal

lips, and

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

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched in

feeling sorry for the plate for being mistaken

they headed towards

important event. “Did you come back

and deep gaze