Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 100

At that moment, Simon appeared from nowhere, grabbing Scarlett by the arm while she coldly glared at Whitney. “That crazy woman hit me! Simon!”

‘Scarlett, cut it out. Everyone’s watching, Simon said awkwardly, glancing at Whitney before pulling Scarlett

away.

Whitney caught the look on his face as he held Scarlett’s hand, realizing something. She had heard rumors about Simon dating high–profile socialites recently.

The commotion was swiftly halted by Bryce’s call for the security guards. As the younger Lutz heir, his status was undeniable, and not even Hannah dared to cross him.

Whitney, feeling disheveled, did not even notice Bryce’s suit jacket draped over her shoulders as she hastily touched the wound at the corner of her mouth. Looking up defiantly through the crowd, she searched for L’s figure, wondering if he intended to protect her.

But she saw L standing close to Elaine, their proximity suggesting intimacy as he held a wine glass with an air of elegance and aloofness, schmoozing with a company executive.

He had not spared her a single glance, as if his earlier gesture of turning around had been just Whitney’s imagination.

Her heart sank more than just a little.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Whitney’s eyes. Even if they were in a cold war, seeing her hassled by Hannah’s crowd and knowing she would be humiliated, he should at least have the decency to step in as her ‘husband. But his indifferent disregard was more than she could bear.

She shivered slightly, and Bryce, noticing the pale face beneath his suit, asked, “What’s wrong? Are you cold?”

“No… Mr. Lutz?” Whitney finally recognized him, a bit surprised, “What brings you to the Joyful Manor party?”

“I’m a businessman, too,” Bryce said with a raised eyebrow. Recalling her feisty exchange with those women, he could not help but smirk at her. “You sure have a sharp tongue!”

Lost in thought, Whitney managed a weak smile. “Thank you for earlier, Mr. Lutz.”

exchanged glances caught Ludwik’s attention, a chill spreading through his

It was him

it turned out Whitney had no shortage of knights

–

was not

his presence bringing an icy chill to the surroundings, prompting the executive conversing with him to find an

with a

knot/feeling stifled, and with a cold expression, he stepped away to light

the crowd from the corner of her

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grievances a heavy burden, yet she was determined to seek a

up to him. A sharp resolve flashed in Whitney’s eyes. She could settle scores with L later, but she could

enter a lounge, the door

scent of heavy smoke greeting her as she entered. L’s tall, Imposing figure stood

him silently, her neart aching. Remembering Tiana’s advice to soften up, she walked over and wrapped her arms around his narrow

The darkness in his eyes swirled with ink as he recognized her scent and

yet resting on her

Ludwik’s expression darkened considerably.

her eyes pleading softly,

thinking of how she used those same eyes on

mocking. “Who said you could touch me?

hold disgust for her? She had humbled

he insinuating that

withdrew, her eyes misting with confusion. “L, what’s wrong with you? We were fine just a while ago, and then you changed. Why are you angry for no reason? You’re leaving me at a

body, his voice rising in anger, “You think I wouldn’t find out about your secret liaisons and lies? Whitney, you’re the first to play

that phone call

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