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

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

something even the elite of Banyan City could

Whose car was this?

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

lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With

Bugatti Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine

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

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Chapter 27

scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just

to the core but feigning

could Whitney know a man with such a

bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be

Whitney traveled in separate cars, he ahead and she following

urgently contacted her, “Did I do

Whitney had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her

had bought some dog meat to

everyone witnessed her

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

distracted by her fake

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

her to wait

cleared, he approached her with the grace

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

again?” L

up in the evening breeze

lips, and his fingers

wouldn’t have my dogs!”

“Hmph.”

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

twitched in

grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for being mistaken as a

they headed towards the

event. “Did you come back

pause and deep gaze were answer