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.

approached, and when the

one–of–a–kind, limited edition Bugatti Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers on

symbolized power, something even the elite of

Whose car was this?

calling,

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

a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to

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

1/3

15:00

Chapter 27

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

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

Whitney know a man with

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

traveled in separate cars, he ahead and she following

urgently contacted her, “Did I

drug Monica and take her to

had bought some dog meat to stage the

were derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed

into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana said

distracted by her fake husband and

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

to wait as he

the smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace

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 your

L

laughed, standing up in the evening breeze like an ethereal

her lips, and his fingers loosened his Windsor–knotted

have my dogs!”

“Hmph.”

to the imposing Bugatti behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might not like it,

twitched

for the plate for

headed

formal attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you return just for this?” She

pause and deep gaze were