Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 439

Whitney was at her wit's end, her patience worn thin, barely holding onto her composure.

Outside the grand mansion, a ruckus erupted, signaling an unwelcome interruption. Whitney guessed it must be Holly, unable to find her and now searching the vast grounds in desperation. Soon, they'd be upon her...

"I am truly a servant of Camilla," the maid claimed with a knowing smile, her tone laced with depth, "Camilla feels guilty that someone's been deceiving you under her name. She sent me to help you escape. Do you want to get caught?" Whitney was taken aback. How much did Camilla know?

Her hands trembled, clutching the torn fabric of her dress.

She couldn't let herself be found by the Lippert family, especially not Holly, in this state.

With no real choice, and facing the same outcome whether she acted or not, Whitney nodded skeptically and followed the elderly servant down the path.

The labyrinth of identical, unlit paths in the mansion's garden made her wonder if Justin had them designed specifically for nefarious purposes.

Muttering curses under her breath, Whitney finally emerged from the mansion's grasp, finding herself on a street lined with similar-looking mansions.

"Where do you need to go, miss?" the servant inquired, offering further assistance. "I can take you somewhere safe."

but couldn't disclose that, unsure if the servant truly was Camilla's and reluctant to expose her acquaintance with Ludwik. "I'll manage on my own.

deep nod, turning off her lantern

making it impossible to locate Ludwik's place. Had Ludwik ignored

was palpable as Whitney navigated the unfamiliar territory,

find Whitney echoing through the night. The entire household was now aware

Whitney dashed into a nearby mansion, only to stumble upon a scandalous scene through a crack in the door: Thea, in a compromising position, but not

met through the door crack, a silent confrontation

instincts kicked in, and she fled into the night, leaving Thea to deal

he turned on the light, he was greeted by the sight of Whitney,

from the night's ordeals, filled the room with

couldn't find it in him to stay angry with Whitney, his heart softening at her

misunderstandings, Whitney demanded privacy to change, desperate to escape the tattered remnants of her

caught between irritation and concern, couldn't help but tease her, highlighting the absurdity of their

for understanding and protection simmered, hinting at a complex bond between them, forged in the shadow of the Lippert family's sprawling estate. Her dress was torn, her appearance a mess, and drenched from head

man leaned against the wall casually lighting a cigarette, his tone leisurely, almost as if he found the situation amusing. "With that attitude, do

speechless under the shelter of