Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 149

It was Uncle’s assistant, “Ms. Valentine, I’ve picked up the herbs, but you’ll need to mix the doses.”

Whitney hurried back to her apartment.

Keegan was awake now.

She spent an hour preparing the concoction and handed it to Keegan to drink, and his complexion improved slightly. He then gestured for her to stay. “You’ve been running around all day for me, Whitney. Stay for dinner. I can whip up a couple of my specialties.”

“But Uncle, you really shouldn’t be cooking in your condition,” Whitney said with a smile, seeing he seemed in better spirits.

“Don’t underestimate me. Go take a nap and just wait for a good meal,” Keegan said as he wheeled himself into the kitchen.

Unable to refuse such a warm offer, Whitney obliged and soon dozed off in the guest room, exhausted from the previous night’s work on a crucial business proposal.

She overslept. When she awoke, it was past seven in the evening. Had Keegan been cooking all this time? Whitney stepped out, puzzled not to find Keegan or his assistant in the kitchen. A murmur of a phone conversation drifted from outside.

Was her uncle out for a walk?

Feeling relieved, Whitney was about to step out to look for him when something caught her eye–a familiar white binder under the bookshelf by the door.

She had no intention of snooping through Keegan’s things, but that binder was unmistakably familiar. With a frown and a sense of foreboding, Whitney went over and pulled it out.

Opening it, she froze in shock.

Her face drained of color.

It was her business proposal, unmistakable because of her detailed notes on the title page and the indentations from her own touch.

But the one she took out of her bag earlier that afternoon had looked exactly the same on the outside.

Exactly the same?

Whitney’s mind raced as her face turned ashen.

She had given the proposal to Felix, who had rushed to catch a flight. She had not checked it since, and the bag had been zipped up and with her the entire time.

being so tired at

chill ran through her as she opened

wheelchair on the porch, ending his call as she burst out. His expression was

from the top of the

proposal in my bag, didn’t you, Uncle?” Her voice was tight, her face

Keegan shot back, his tone icy. “For Ludwik?

extremes out of madness, to seek revenge. What did

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sharp and cold, betrayed her inner turmoil.

evening now; Ludwik had left in the afternoon. If he did not know about Braxton’s history of strokes and met

time, it was nearly eight.

slept until now to prevent

tried to stop what was happening, it would be too

me, using me and making me compete for the bid as a front. Your target has always been the proposal! This kind of scheming is despicable! By doing such things, how are you any different from the way he plundered and

family’s property, but we could investigate the past and let the law punish him, not like this…”

a cold laugh, “Was he not despicable when he harmed my sister and father? Now, you expect me to be

I’m tired of living like a beggar these past ten years!”

This Keegan felt like

he care about more: his vengeance or reclaiming

no time to ponder;

to

too late even if you

while now. Mr. Tennyson, you’ve done well. With the proposal messed up, he’d never suspect that his beloved would cause his

night’s outcome was

in

man laughed before hanging

raced to the airport, incessantly

not picking

must be with

if Ludwik spoke for too

took three hours. Every second was torture

to midnight, she switched on her phone

late–night discussion, Braxton suffered another stroke and

family was enraged, suspecting the CEO of United Realty Corporation had had an altercation with Braxton, and they had called the

Ludwik being taken away