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.”

glances caught Ludwik’s attention, a

It was him

almost gone to her rescue earlier, but it turned out Whitney had no shortage of

–

he was not even

icy chill to the surroundings, prompting

watched with a concealed

knot/feeling stifled, and with a cold expression, he

him leave the crowd

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hands, she lowered her gaze, the weight of her grievances a heavy burden, yet she

to him. A sharp resolve flashed in Whitney’s eyes. She could settle scores with L later, but she could not let Elaine

enter a lounge, the

the door open, the scent of heavy smoke greeting her as she entered. L’s tall, Imposing

him silently, her neart aching. Remembering Tiana’s advice to soften up, she walked

Ludwik off guard. The darkness in his eyes swirled with ink as he recognized her scent and the softness of her

gaze not yet resting on her face, when he noticed the man’s suit on

Ludwik’s expression darkened considerably.

looked up, her eyes

in? With her soft, water–like allure and fair charm, thinking of how she used

hands away harshly, his eyes mocking. “Who said you could touch me? Don’t you know I

embarrassment evident. Did his eyes hold disgust for her? She

he insinuating that she was

were fine just a while ago, and then you

His lips curled into a cold smile, terrifying in its expressionless mirth as he loomed closer. In one swift motion, he flung off the suit from her 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 me, and you really think I won’t crush you?” Whitney stood

misunderstood that phone

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