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

limited edition Bugatti Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers on

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

Whose car was this?

respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car

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

Bugatti Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family

Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert family in Banyan City

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Chapter 27

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

core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s

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

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

cars,

urgently contacted her, “Did

instructed Tiana to drug

some dog meat to stage the

everyone witnessed her

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

fake husband and missing her

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

wait as

the smoke cleared, 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 up

again?” L raised an

laughed, standing up in the

lips, and

you, L. Without you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said, stepping closer to

“Hmph.”

you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops

twitched in

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for being mistaken as

they headed towards the

at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you return

pause and deep gaze were answer