Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 105

The assistant peered down at the photograph of Whitney, and her hands trembled ever so slightly. She lifted her eyes to Elaine, knowing this was no laughing matter.

Clearly, Elaine had been plotting this for a long time. Despite her young age, it was terrifying how cunning and

malicious she was

Elaine leaned back into her leather chair, gazing out the window at the cars scurrying like ants below. A sly smirk crept across her face. “Time to spring Whitney from her gilded cage,” she said.

“Check on the schedule for the doctor who’s attending to Mr. Lippert’s mother in her cottage retreat. Find out when he’s off–duty,” Elaine commanded.

The assistant quickly responded, flipping through her notes with practiced ease.

Elaine chuckled lowly, a sinister plan clearly forming in her mind. “And get me a burner phone,” she added.

As per routine, Taryn delivered meals to Whitney on the sixth day. Natalie’s villa was nestled behind the golf course, a fair distance from the main manor.

It was a considerate gesture from Mr. Lippert, who wanted his mother to convalesce in peace, the forest air rich with oxygen.

But now, with Whitney confined by Ludwik and Natalie oblivious to her plight, the help from both households remained unaware of each other’s affairs.

Today, the day the doctor was off–duty, Xandra had been reassigned to fill in.

Around noon, with her health seemingly stable, Natalie retired upstairs and received an unexpected call from an unknown number that reeked of telemarketing.

She answered the phone with her usual warmth. “Hello?”

“Natalie!” The sing–song voice of Elaine carried through the line, its sweetness veiling malice.

In a flash, it ignited something in Natalie’s memory–a warning signal, an echo of danger, telling her that this was the voice of a venomous snake and that she should stay away from it. She stiffened. “Elaine, what can I do for you?”

Elaine’s voice was dripping with feigned innocence. “Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to ask why you dislike me so. Why have you made Ludwik hold off marrying me? He’s indifferent to everyone else; he could marry anyone. You’re quite the thorn in my side, you know? Why are you afraid of me? Could it be because of the time I pushed the girl who liked Ludwik…”

“Ah!” Natalie could not grasp the details, only that this girl was a source of terror. No, she was no girl. She was a scorpion. What had she done? Natalie could not remember, but her head throbbed with pain and fear, an urgent need to escape this conversation…

breath, her chest tight, her complexion fading to an

fell ill, then hung up the phone with a cruel twist

the assistant, “Natálie is going to have an episode. Keep an eye on the cottage. Once chaos ensues, Whitney

descended into disarray. Xandra scrambled to contact Ludwik, but his phone went unanswered–likely tied up in a meeting. It was office hours, after

well. Why this sudden epileptic relapse? Xandra could not

housemaid rushed to the

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from below. She

room, overhearing Taryn’s panicked voice. “The matriarch is ill? No doctor? Is she foaming

with Mom?” Whitney’s eyes narrowed with

“Madam, I must check on the situation at the

Mom’s foaming at the mouth, it’s no small matter.” Whitney swiftly pocketed a needle kit from her room, concealing it within her

a

overcast. Whitney dashed into the cottage. This was her second visit, and she

too afraid to intervene. Whitney ordered everyone out. “Stay outside. I know some

leaving Whitney to shut the door behind them.

spasming. Whitney, recalling some basic emergency procedures, swiftly administered the needle, targeting the

half an hour, Natalie’s spasms ceased, and her complexion stabilized.

had bought some time, though she was unfamiliar with the specific medical details. She continued with the acupuncture,

crisis was averted,

will the doctor arrive?” She

Should be here

let out a sigh of relief and stepped outside. The lawn was deserted, and everyone’s attention was fixed on Natalie’s condition upstairs.

of the estate. Behind the cottage lay a path leading to an exit, the keys still in

air or perhaps driven by an innate survival instinct,

moment, she jumped onto the

to get out, to go anywhere, just to escape the

away, the security detail inside the gates realized Whitney had vanished.

was clear Whitney had fled through the back exit. Taryn, ashen–faced, immediately

concluded a lengthy meeting and was on the way back from

him like a one–two punch: his mother was ill, and his wife had taken advantage of the commotion to escape. His gaze turned to