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.

of an ultra–luxury car approached, and when

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

license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite of Banyan City could not

Whose car was this?

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

Valentine, not as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past

sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to choke

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

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Chapter 27

with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just

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

sour. How could Whitney

him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence,

separate cars, he ahead and she

contacted her, “Did I do well,

Tiana to drug Monica and take her to

some dog meat to stage the

plans were derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed

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

Whitney replied, distracted by her fake

at the villa, Whitney alighted from the car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking

her to wait

approached her with the

to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me

L

in the evening breeze like

her lips, and his fingers loosened

I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She

“Hmph.”

the imposing Bugatti behind her. “But you really shouldn’t

twitched

for the plate for being

headed towards the

suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back from a

deep gaze