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

she opened the door to

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

top of

didn’t you, Uncle?” Her

project, and you lied to me, Whitney!” Keegan shot back, his tone icy. “For

extremes out of madness,

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and cold, betrayed her inner turmoil.

be the details she wrote. It was evening now; Ludwik had left in the afternoon. If he did not know

time, it was

until now to

tried to stop what was

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

property, but we could investigate the past and let the law punish him, not

expect me to be fair to him? Ridiculous! I will take back the Tennyson family’s estate. I

living like a beggar these past

Keegan felt like

his vengeance or reclaiming the family

ponder; Ludwik

eyes were icy as she pulled out her phone to call Felix, rushing to

too late even if you go

connected, the voice 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 never

the night’s outcome

in advance.”

man laughed before hanging

airport, incessantly calling Felix and

not picking

must be with Braxton now.

of Braxton’s condition, if Ludwik spoke for too long,

flight to South City took three hours. Every

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

discussion, Braxton suffered another stroke and was rushed to

CEO of United Realty Corporation had had

picture of Ludwik being taken