Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair
Chapter 110
Chapter 110
Whitney emerged from the restroom, rubbing her eyes as Hannah’s familiar shriek echoed through the hallways of the grand estate. It was a sound uniquely hers, piercing and high–pitched, like an off–key violin screeching through the night.
She was about to
sk what was going on when she caught Felix in mid–conversation with L. “Miss Hannah is causing a commotion,” Felix explained. “All those involved in the soiree the other night, Mr. Wendt and Dante, they’ve aiready been…”
He made a slashing gesture across his throat, unaware that Whitney was within earshot.
Her heart skipped a beat. In the time they had been together, she had seen his ruthless side. That man harbored a devil inside, and she feared Dante and Mr. Wendt might have paid the ultimate price.
“Hannah masterminded the whole affair and instructed Mr. Wendt to kidnap Madam,” Felix continued. “You’ve blacklisted her from the entire entertainment scene, and with her father’s position at The Fuller Group now in jeopardy, she and her mother have come to plead their case. But Nolan won’t give her the time of day.”
“Show them out,” Ludwik interjected with an icy brevity that sent shivers down Whitney’s spine.
She blinked, stunned. Had he discovered that it was Hannah who had set her up that night?
A mix of emotions churned within her. She had thought him indifferent during her days of confinement, but he had been investigating the gala, seeking vengeance on her behalf, punishing Hannah.
But was Hannah truly the mastermind?
Meanwhile, Elaine accompanied Natalie to Ludwik’s hospital for a check–up, seizing the opportunity to access areas where Parker would otherwise bar her.
As the neurologist examined Natalie, Elaine overheard the commotion caused by Hannah outside Ludwik’s
room.
A flicker of concern crossed her eyes, but she quickly masked it with indifference. Sh
Hannah’s actions and, thus, felt no worry.
had not orchestrated
reminded Elaine of the cold, piercing
suspected her.
Hannah, Whitney would surely
Ludwik?
crept onto Elaine’s lips. This was why she had spent the previous night ‘caring‘ for Natalie at the mansion. Her
“Madam Natalie is doing remarkably well. Was acupuncture
elderly lady and smiled. “That was my doing. I have medical
F
“You are quite attentive to Mr. Lippert’s mother. Madam Natalie, do
hazy as
with Natalie’s memory with her needles the night before. How could she
know. I just had a seizure out of
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ailments. It’s likely
records. “I’ll
later.”
and flashed a smile. “I’ll accompany you.
hospital room, Whitney settled beside
had faded into the distance, carried
at the man. “L, do you truly believe that Hannah was so jealous of me that she had Mr. Wendt kidnap me so that you’d
suggesting there’s another mastermind?” Ludwik’s hawk–like gaze sharpened.
his life, and everything else seemed trivial by comparison. But she could not swallow the bitter pill of their argument during the gala when he had defended Elaine and wounded her with his words.
hint of sarcasm in her voice. “L, haven’t you noticed? We’ve been arguing a
“Are you still going on
say,”
but her eyes cold and
Logically, our
You had asked her to recommend them to me, but she kept that a secret, saying she recommended the suppliers. Was it really unintentional? Maybe she had already noticed my guard against her, so she used that to stir things between us. And the Lotus Clubhouse? I was discussing business with Mr. Lutz there
to contemplation. The distance between the meeting venue and the Lotus Clubhouse was indeed significant, a detail he had overlooked while
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