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.

tired at noon that she had dozed

chill ran through her as she opened

call as she

demanded from the top of the steps,

my bag, didn’t you, Uncle?” Her

you about the hotel project, and you lied to me, Whitney!” Keegan shot back, his

want you to go to extremes out of madness, to

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cold,

Ludwik had left in the afternoon. If he did

the time, it was nearly

had ensured she slept until now to prevent her from contacting Ludwik

tried to stop what was happening, it would be too

me compete for the bid as a front. Your target has always been the proposal! This kind

you want revenge, to take back the Tennyson family’s property, but we could investigate the past and let the law

harmed my sister and father? Now, you expect me to be fair to him? Ridiculous! I will take

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

back, her scalp tingling. This Keegan felt like a stranger

care about more: his vengeance or reclaiming the family

no time to ponder; Ludwik

her phone to call Felix, rushing to hail a cab on the street.

too late even if you go now!”

on the other end chuckling darkly, “Ludwik has been with Braxton for a while now. Mr. Tennyson, you’ve done well. With the proposal messed up, he’d

steadied; the night’s outcome was sealed.

congratulations in advance.”

The man laughed before hanging up.

raced to the airport, incessantly calling

not picking up.

must be with Braxton now.

if Ludwik spoke for too long, there would certainly

to South City took three hours. Every

she arrived close to midnight, she switched on her phone to devastating news: Braxton had had an incident.

suffered another

had had an

a picture of Ludwik being taken away in