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 onlookers recognized

Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers on the license

something even the elite of Banyan City

Whose car was this?

out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car

her as Ms. Valentine, not as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney

of exhaust

surrounding socialites were abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license

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Chapter 27

the Lippert family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto

feigning sorrow, added, “She’s

Whitney

to be

cars, he ahead and she following

“Did I do

drug Monica and take

had bought some dog meat to stage the

were derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making

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,

her fake husband and missing her nemesis’s

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

to wait as he

approached her with the grace

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

L

up in the evening breeze like

her lips, and his fingers loosened his Windsor–knotted

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

“Hmph.”

her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might

twitched in

the plate for being mistaken as

they headed towards the

had been at an important event. “Did you come back

and deep gaze were