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 when the onlookers recognized it, they collectively

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

number symbolized power, something even

Whose car was this?

calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car is

house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and

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

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

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Chapter 27

“She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some

but feigning

Whitney

deep resentment bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all

traveled in separate cars, he ahead and she following

her, “Did

drug Monica

dog meat to stage

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

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 up?”

fake husband and missing her nemesis’s

already there, stood elegantly, smoking

nodded for her to wait as he finished

approached her with the grace of a

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

L

in the evening breeze

her lips, and his

Without you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched

feeling sorry for the plate for being

they headed

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

deep