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 noon that she

chill ran through her as she opened the door to confront Keegan.

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

bookshelf?” Whitney demanded from the top of the steps, feeling the distance between

my bag, didn’t you, Uncle?” Her

Whitney!” Keegan shot

you to go to extremes out of madness, to seek

Chapter 149

sharp and cold,

wrote. It was 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

she slept until now to prevent her from

she tried to stop what was happening,

target has always been the proposal! This kind of scheming is despicable! By

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

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

of living like

her scalp tingling. This Keegan

he care about more: his vengeance or reclaiming the

ponder; Ludwik was in

icy as she pulled out her phone to

too late even if you go now!” Keegan scoffed in anger.

voice on the other end chuckling darkly, “Ludwik has been with Braxton for a while now. Mr.

the night’s outcome

congratulations in

man laughed before hanging up.

to the airport, incessantly calling Felix

not picking up.

knew they must be with Braxton now.

if Ludwik spoke for too

South City took three hours. Every second

on her phone to devastating news: Braxton had had an incident.

a lengthy late–night discussion, Braxton suffered another stroke and was rushed

Tarrington family was enraged, suspecting the CEO of United Realty Corporation had had an

being taken away in a