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.

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

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

symbolized power, something even the elite of Banyan

Whose car was this?

respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car is

directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and Preston, and gracefully

of exhaust

involved with?

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Chapter 27

Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some

core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s

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

supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities should have

separate cars, he ahead and she

her, “Did I do

had instructed Tiana to drug Monica

driver had bought some dog

derailed, and everyone witnessed her

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

her fake

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

for her to wait as

her with the grace of

dogs bounded from 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

L

in the evening breeze like

and

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

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched in

for the plate for being

they headed

you come back from a trip, or did you

and deep gaze were answer