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.

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

car, but the consecutive numbers

license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite

Whose car was this?

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

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

leaving a cloud of

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

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Chapter 27

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

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

turned sour. How could Whitney know a

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

traveled in separate cars, he

her, “Did I do

instructed Tiana to drug

had bought some dog meat

derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a

bad for Monica–just as she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And

by her fake husband and missing

already there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature man with

to wait as

the smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace

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

L raised an

in the evening breeze

glanced at her lips, and his fingers loosened his

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

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for

headed towards

the man’s formal attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you return just for

and deep