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.

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

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, her clothes soaked.

What had happened?

livid, clearly

dared not provoke him and sighed silently.

squatted down, staring at the sunlight streaming down. It was a beautiful day, no snow,

so cold, as if she could never climb out of

she watched him walk away in utter disappointment. Maybe it was for the best,

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in her, perhaps even suspicion, was the perfect end to a love that should never

sever their

the remorse she felt towards this man, she was tormented to the brink of madness.

rang. It was her uncle. She answered

with disappointment. “Did you save Braxton last night? Whitney, you just couldn’t bear to see him in trouble. I was so close to success, and you’ve cost me

sorrow, “Uncle, revenge can’t be sought this way; this is about taking a life for

or else, with his means, you know what will become of me!” He

her hands, Whitney’s eyes shimmered with tears.

this life was driving

was nearing the end.

her for such a grave mistake and banish her

her chest, crying yet laughing.

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recounting the previous night’s events, “In my delirium, I thought

exchanged puzzled looks, assuming the old man was confused

had entered the police car, Braxton had been taken by ambulance, the doctors shaking their heads.

he was in deep trouble, but everything had miraculously turned around

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

“It was my oversight. Please focus on your recovery.”

don’t seem like someone who makes errors. Who did

not reply, merely nodding before

as he asked,

suspicious; Ludwik’s competitors had been in lengthy talks with Braxton from afternoon until evening, deliberately delaying, causing Ludwik to be

was Whitney’s error in the bid, coinciding

all seemed too