Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 41

Whitney bit her lip, anxiety etching her features.

“Ha!” Monica scoffed as if she had just heard the world’s funniest joke, expressing her disdain. “Turns out he’s not here to rescue you. Whitney. Look at you, disgraced and abandoned. Not even the street thugs want you now Pathetic. Hey, manager! Get them out of here!”

Parker caught up in a few strides, saying, “Bro, she’s pregnant! You’re so worked up you’re ready to abandon your kid?”

L swept him with an icy glance.

Parker got the message, his laugh trailing off as he spun on his heel.

Security hoisted up Whitney and Tiana while Monica, with a sly nod, urged the socialites to shove Whitney down the stairs.

With a gust of cold air, Parker was there, shoving the women aside. “Let those ladies go!” he bellowed.

Caught off guard and not recognizing Parker, Monica assumed he was just another nobody from the streets. She yelled, “Who the heck are you to push me around? Manager, don’t you dare let them go. Throw them out, along with this guy!”

Parker’s smile was thin, his patience wearing thin. “Manager, what are you waiting for?”

The manager, now pale as a ghost, knew better than to cross Parker, a friend of the big boss. His previous flattering of Monica now turned to disgust as he directed the security to encircle Monica and her posse.

“What are you waiting for? Get them out of here!”

“What?” Monica’s voice was incredulous, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Are you out of your mind? I’m a VIP member of this club, the darling of the Valentine Corporation. You wouldn’t dare…”

When the women resisted, the security grabbed Monica and Stella, dragging them to the carpeted stairs and throwing them down without ceremony.

Monica stumbled and landed with a thud, her hair and clothes in disarray.

Stella, in her high heels, fell gracelessly to the ground floor.

The entire floor of wealthy businessmen and socialites watched the scene unfold, some even pulling out their phones to capture the moment.

Monica’s face turned an angry shade of blue.

Stella, a celebrity, covered her face and screamed, “Stop filming!”

at the top of the stairs, looking down at Stella with a cool,

spun around, her face dropping several degrees at the

Parker smiled at Whitney.

the hospital before. His eyes, behind his glasses, hinted

man’s dining at the other private suite. Want to

the man who showed no interest in coming to

man behind the mask? Of course, he was Whitney’s enigmatic

མལ་ཏེ་ཕྲ

twinkling. “Why not go?

Chapter 41

together. I’m starving!”

but as soon as they entered, the chill from the man silenced Tiana, and it took her a moment to muster a compliment. “You must be the renowned Mr. L7 Whitney always speaks of you. Truly, meeting you exceeds all the rumors. You’re the epitome of elegance and maturity–a

a silence

of place, nudged Whitney. “Go on,

uncomfortable, Whitney pressed her lips together, feeling

throat and pulled out a chair for her. “Whitney, please, take

the manager presented two copies, landing in the hands of

light dishes,” the man spoke

his posture impeccable, his legs crossed, his face as cold as

grin, glanced at Whitney.

passed the menu to Tiana, who glared at her as if

forced herself to look composed, her appetite returning as she scanned the

intention clear. “Whitney, I thought you preferred lighter fare, just like Mr. L? Besides, you’ve been so down lately

Inside, Whitney bristled

warning look, then glanced at the

of the stoic man and thought, why should she cater to

the table,

the pain, Whitney glared at Tiana before reluctantly ordering some lighter

watched the exchange with amusement. Young girls were

who remained expressionless,

choices had not

oppressive atmosphere, the four of them ate a meal

cool sophistication, as he adjusted his suit. Parker asked, “Which

not even

with his cold shoulder, Whitney wanted to leave, but Tiana was already probing. “Parker, what’s next on