Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 153

Whitney translated the coldness in his tone; he was questioning her tardiness; his world had been shaken, yet she seemed indifferent.

She understood his sense of loss, but she had to swallow all the bitter consequences silently.

She could not tell him that she had run off to secretly save Braxton, turning danger into safety, all because of

the sin her uncle had committed.

She felt guilt weighing heavily on her soul.

Nor could she mention being trapped in a hotel with Bryce. In such a situation, she feared it might drive him mad.

Ludwik waited, a slow count of seconds ticking by.

Whitney choked back her bitterness, only able to look at him with hollow, sorrowful eyes and feign indifference. “I was taking care of Uncle in Banyan City, and my presence here wouldn’t have changed anything.”

The man’s grip on her collar suddenly loosened, his knuckles elegant and beautiful, yet so chillingly cold.

Staring blankly at his large hand, Whitney raised her eyes to meet his, now cold and indifferent, and felt the tears that had long been falling inside her heart.

He stood upright, his eyes red with anger, gazing into the distance.

The shareholders were discontent. “Mr. President, can you believe what she’s saying? The vice president herself, with her errors, is still so brazen. She relies entirely on your favor!”

“Her incompetence could’ve ruined the company.”

“And then there’s Elaine, who dragged her sick body here last night, dealing with everything smoothly this morning.”

“There’s no comparison. What’s so good about Whitney anyway?”

The shareholders‘ complaints filled the air, and Elaine’s hidden smirk widened with satisfaction.

She walked tenderly to the man’s side, saying, “Bro, you’ve been up all night. Go rest for a while before we visit

Braxton.”

Ludwik’s lips were tightly sealed. Without another word, he left Whitney behind, his tall, stern figure getting into

the car.

away, leaving behind the chill of the police station on a winter morning, along with trailing exhaust

wind

she was so indifferent, absent from South City last night to care for her uncle. Plus, her appearance at the station suggested she had run there,

What had happened?

livid, clearly unwilling

dared not provoke him and

squatted down, staring at the sunlight streaming down. It was a

so cold, as if she could never climb out of

but she could not as she watched him walk away in utter disappointment. Maybe

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the perfect

their

she

It was her

you just couldn’t bear to see him in trouble. I was so close

filled with sorrow, “Uncle, revenge can’t be sought this way; this

do you know? He owes me! Just insist it was your mistake and don’t expose me, or else, with his means,

eyes shimmered with tears. To protect

this life was driving her

it was nearing

mistake and banish her

clutched her chest, crying

City

in the ICU, where the Braxton’s consciousness was fairly clear. He was recounting the previous night’s events, “In my delirium, I thought I saw a white figure, a

exchanged puzzled looks, assuming the old man was confused by his illness.

previous night; when Ludwik had entered the

trouble, but everything had miraculously turned around by morning.

land deal has been finalized. It’s gone to the previous bidder,” Braxton

“It was my oversight. Please focus on your

seem like someone who makes errors. Who did you entrust with the bid?”

not reply, merely nodding before turning to leave the room.

as he asked, “Which company was the

day’s events had been suspicious; Ludwik’s competitors had been in lengthy talks with Braxton from afternoon until

was Whitney’s error in the bid, coinciding with

seemed too