Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 187

Whitney fought desperately as the circle of male bosses tightened around her, with Maddox at the forefront. A crowd had gathered, reveling in the spectacle.

The summit was a gathering of business moguls, and these folks, if you really got down to brass tacks, had a mean streak. They wouldn’t pass up a scandalous scene.

Maddox threw down the gauntlet, “I’ll give you a cool million, Whitney. Your company could really use that cash, right?”

“Not enough. Take another layer off, and I’ll make it two million!”

A hand reached out, pulling at Whitney’s sweater.

“No, stop!” Whitney stumbled to the floor, drenched in cold sweat, clutching her belly protectively with one hand while trying to push herself up with the other.

In the chaos, someone’s foot brushed against her pregnant belly, and she feared for her unborn child.

Amid despair and bone–deep agony, Whitney looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, and shouted towards the impassive man above, “Ludwik, please save me! I came here to bring you medicine, don’t let them humiliate me like this–it’s an insult to your child too….

The pill she clutched was crushed out of shape. She wanted to hold it up high, to prove her innocence, to show she wasn’t there with any ulterior motives.

She hadn’t intended to embarrass him on his big day, to make him the talk of the town.

Not at all!

But the pill soon tumbled to the floor, and through her tear–blurred vision, she saw the man upstairs still elegantly sipping his red wine.

The chilling tone of the wine mirrored the frost in his eyes as he watched her impassively.

That look of hatred and indifference–it was aimed to destroy her!

In that instant, Whitney felt a chill run through her, realizing just how deep his loathing ran.

Perhaps his revenge was just beginning.

This was his cruelty.

Shivering uncontrollably and clutching her belly and the collar of her sweater, she knew she couldn’t endure the humiliation from these men any longer. She had to leave; she had to escape.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” Maddox grabbed her ankle again. “Such delicate legs.”

let me go!” Whitney tried to

man blocked her way. “For those legs, I’ll offer four million, Mr. Lippert doesn’t want her–she’s all yours,

had been tender to her, too gentle

hotels, caring so much for this child. Now,

to me from now

be with whoever you want; it has

cruel irony–Whitney laughed

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hadn’t been speaking out of spite; he had meant

struggling and curled up on the floor,

away.

of the young elites eagerly

until it shattered in his palm, the shards cutting into his elegant

her pale profile, intent on making her pay for her shameless appearance here, wanting her

of his long legs, he

staircase, ‘Mr. Lippert, this

a hundred million! All of

outside.

A refined yet

clouded as he kicked aside the men

out gently,

up, her eyes red

you out of here.” Bryce immediately took off

of sweaters, her rounded belly particularly

he checked her for any damage, relieved to find none.

and helpless, clutched at his sleeve, her teeth chattering, “Mr. Lutz, please,

Bryce said,

to the crowd and bellowed, “A prestigious summit, with all of you high and mighty figures banding together to bully a defenseless woman. What a disgrace that will be for Banyan

shot Bryce a look. The young and dashing CEO of the Lutz Group was a force to be reckoned with, and Maddox had to give him some respect, though he said with a sneer, “Mr. Lutz sure knows how to play

and he said angrily,

of Mr. Lutz’s concern. And you, you don’t even have the right to

nearby chuckled at Bryce’s expense.

hid in his embrace, feeling as though Ludwik’s words had slapped her

trembled violently, feeling like she was in a