Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 139

Whitney’s breath hitched as the man’s brooding exhalation traveled across the phone line. He didn’t hung up which meant he’d give her a few seconds to explain

“Listen, this is the last time I went to see him Whitney rushed to explain. “I needed to retrieve a family heirloom from him, something of my grandpa’s. Then I have to track down my uncle. He’s all the family I have left. And I’ve got it now, so can you please not get all jealous?”

The man on the other end paused, his voice still frosty. “Looking for family? Fine, I’ll forgive you. Now get yourself home!

“I’m on my way,” she muttered, driving with a mixture of irritation and resignation. “You’re being paranoid. Everyone has some secrets, and you’ve already dug into mine. But you…”

Whitney trailed off, her thoughts suddenly snagging on something Elaine had said before leaving–something utterly baffling

She’d hinted that ‘L‘ was harboring a secret about someone who had once saved his life.

Whitney pursed her lips, blurting out without thinking, “And speaking of the past, what about you? Do you harbor someone in your heart?”

Silence came from the other end of the line.

Then the flight attendant’s announcement filtered through.

Felix reminded him that it was time to board his plane.

His response to Whitney was clipped. “Enough talk. I’m off on a business trip. While I’m gone, stay out of

trouble.”

And with that, he hung up.

Whitney stared at her phone, her delicate brows knitting together. Did he react to her question, or was he hiding something?

Could there really be such a saviour in his life? Or maybe Elaine was just stirring the pot? Whitney let out a sigh, realizing there was no point in clinging to his past.

Resolved, she pressed down harder on the gas pedal, her spirits lifting as she drove.

Back at the villa, Whitney pulled out the small, well–worn contact book from her bag, cradling it like a precious relic. She stroked its cover, her eyes welling up with tears.

her grandpa and mother in person again.

accident when Whitney was sent abroad for middle school. By the time

had disappeared. She’d secretly been searching for her grandpa’s personal assistant, Torin, but to

reputation that preceded him and extensive properties. Not adept with computers, he relied on this

deeply and

was indeed in her grandpa’s handwriting. Her eyes burnt with fresh tears.

book was thin, with several

wondered if her grandpa had ripped them

1/4

for her

a name “Keegan“. Below it was a sequence of

grandpa as a child, and quickly decoded the

as the numbers came to life on the pa

page.

her grandpa hidden it? Was he protecting her uncle from

hesitation, Whitney dialed the number.

the call connected, and a voice

her uncle’s

nodded vigorously,

His voice was laced with joy and sorrow, almost quivering. “Whitney, you finally called. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been

uncle had been waiting for her all this

me to go into hiding abroad. He said when you grew up, if you could find this number, it would mean you were ready to stand by me and fight with me. Whitney, our family has a heavy score to settle.”

hit

her uncle know the reason behind her grandpa and mother’s deaths? Were they killed by the Valentine family?

you now. When are you coming back?” Whitney

of treatment, but I’ll make it back for your mother and grandpa’s anniversary,” her uncle replied with a

“Uncle, what happened to you? Is it

now that I’ve found you, I’ll explain everything to you

anticipation, Whitney ended the call, still unsure of her uncle’s

elaborate, but she had finally

her phone, Whitney continued to flip through the contact book. Her grandpa had recorded various business contacts

one name kept cropping