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 onlookers recognized it, they

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

something even the elite

Whose car was this?

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

of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept

a cloud of exhaust for

were abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only

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Chapter 27

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

feigning sorrow, added, “She’s

turned sour. How could Whitney know a man with such

Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities

cars, he

“Did I do

to drug Monica and take her to the

bought some dog

and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her

out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana said cheerfully. “By the

distracted by her fake

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

nodded for her to wait

he approached her with the

gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up days ago. Thank you for

again?” L raised an

in the

lips, and his fingers loosened his Windsor–knotted

you, I wouldn’t have my

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched in

sorry for the plate for being mistaken

headed towards the

“Did you come back from a trip, or did you return just for this?” She asked

and deep gaze were