Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 472

Shane stood gracefully outside Whitney's office, his presence filling the space with an air of elegance that was signature to the Nelsons - a family known for their wealth and sophistication. Yet, Whitney couldn't help but notice a sharpness in his eyes, hinting at a hidden depth to his character. His gaze seemed fixed on Sandy, his smile subtle, his words few. Whitney found this normal given their unfamiliarity, but Sandy's cool beauty was undeniably captivating.

"Mr. Nelson, are you by any chance flirting with my assistant?" Whitney teased as she approached.

Sandy's assistant stiffened, eyes darting to Shane.

With an easy turn and a charming smile, Shane responded, "As everyone knows, I've set my sights on you, Whitney. I was hoping for a partnership of a more personal nature. How about it? Do you fancy the idea?"

He presented her with a bouquet of delicate white roses, their scent so potent, Whitney couldn't help but sneeze. "Thanks, but no thanks. Maybe give them to someone else?"

"To whom?" Shane's eyes narrowed playfully before he handed the bouquet to Sandy. "Take care of this, will you?"

"Of course, Mr. Nelson." Sandy obediently took the flowers, distributing them across the office desks.

Shane, with a casual glance toward Whitney, teased, "I've come all this way to see you, and you're not inviting me in?" Whitney saw no reason to invite him in but then thought of something. "Actually, Mr. Nelson, there's a favor I need to ask." "Oh? Let's hear it."

"It's about that golf course land bid. Is the Nelson family competing? I'd like you to deliver my bid to the Lippert Group. And if I win, I'll treat you to a grand dinner!"

Let me guess, Ludwik? You've got a bone to pick with him, haven't you? Wanting a piece of Lippert territory means

past with Ludwik, why would he

joked, "So, will you help me or not?

the point, huh?" Shane raised an

your appearance. Don't you have

heard of the

fight here. Please, see yourself out."

walked in with some documents, tripping slightly. "Careful," Shane caught her by the waist, his gaze darkening

Nelson, I'm so sorry!" Sandy quickly stepped

shrill voice could be heard, accusing Sandy of throwing herself at Shane. "As if you stand a chance with Mr. Nelson! With your lowly background, you'd need ten lifetimes

class. Shane, overhearing, coldly put Sienna in her place,

drama, wondered about Shane's marital status. Sandy, focused on her work, shrugged off the

Sandy's dedication, turning their attention back to the task at hand. They discussed their competition, particularly Florence, who seemed too relaxed despite the high stakes. Whitney knew losing wasn't an option for either of them, as it

wasn't without reason. "She's too calm," she thought.

project and selecting the

me. She's a master at playing the victim, always ready to feign illness or weakness. And when she starts her