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.

the unmistakable roar of an ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers recognized it, they

just the car, but the consecutive numbers on

something even the elite of Banyan

Whose car was this?

respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine,

as Ms. Valentine, not as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and Preston, and gracefully got into the

off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family

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

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Chapter 27

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

jealous to the core but feigning sorrow, added,

complexion turned sour. How could Whitney know a

supposed to be his–all of her beauty,

in separate cars, he ahead and she

urgently contacted her, “Did I do

Whitney had instructed Tiana to drug

some dog

her supposed madness, making her

are always jumping around, but too bad 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

fake husband and missing her nemesis’s handsome

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

wait

smoke cleared, he approached her with

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 with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up

again?” L raised

laughed, standing up in the evening breeze

glanced at her lips, and his

my dogs!” She

“Hmph.”

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

twitched

for the plate

headed towards

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

pause and deep gaze were