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.

at it was like seeing her grandpa and mother in

in a terrible accident when Whitney was sent abroad for middle school. By the time she returned, a

searching for her grandpa’s personal assistant, Torin, but to

been a well–known businessman in Banyan City, with a reputation that preceded him and extensive properties. Not

inhaled deeply and slowly

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

was thin, with several pages clearly torn out.

if her grandpa had ripped

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for her uncle’s contact

there was a name “Keegan“. Below it was

as a child, and

as the numbers came to life on

page.

grandpa hidden it? Was he

Whitney dialed the number.

the call connected, and a voice spoke through

was her

vigorously, “Uncle Keegan, is it really

“Whitney, you finally called. Do you

her uncle had been waiting for her

hiding abroad. He said when you grew up, if you could find this number, it would mean you were ready to stand by

jolt hit Whitney’s

reason behind her grandpa and mother’s deaths? Were

When are

I need another half month of treatment, but I’ll make it back for your mother and grandpa’s anniversary,” her uncle replied with a mix of excitement and a hint of a cold laugh. “Ten years… It’s

the past. “Uncle, what happened to you? Is it related

through these years. But now that I’ve found you,

yet filled with anticipation, Whitney ended the call, still unsure of her

reluctant to elaborate, but she had finally connected with her only

through the contact

name kept cropping up: Ludwik