Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 554

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"Sammy..." Whitney's voice was choked, barely a whisper.

"Sammy?" Tiana's eyes widened. "What are you talking about, Whitney? What happened to Sammy? Did he...?"

Just then, Whitney's phone buzzed with an anonymous text: [Come alone, I'm giving you a chance.]

She opened it, read the message, and then it self-destructed.

Her gaze turned icy, her body's warmth fading as she forced calmness. "It's nothing. I just need to step out for a bit, grab some meds."

"I'll come with you! I'm worried. You were delirious with fever just now."

"No need, Tiana. Just wait for me in the office."

Whitney went back, grabbed a pocket knife and a voice recorder from her drawer, and tucked them into her bag before heading downstairs alone. Behind the company's building, next to the dumpster, there was a taxi waiting. The driver got out, confirmed Whitney's identity, and invited her in. Whitney took a deep breath of the cold air. Florence was taking extreme precautions for this meeting.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of Sammy. Was Florence finally going to admit to kidnapping him?

Her gaze was fixed straight ahead...

The driver opened the door to the café.

The place was deserted.

Following the driver upstairs, Whitney entered a private room far from any windows.

Florence was there, casually dabbing at her mouth with a napkin and coughing lightly. Seeing Whitney's pale face, she smiled slowly. "Sister, I thought you'd be too scared to face me." "The kidnapper of my son, the accomplice to your mother shooting your own father. Why wouldn't I come to see you? After all, I'm not the one who will be facing retribution." Whitney stood at the doorway, her words clear and sharp.

and her smile

hand and she coldly ordered

the door behind him, and advanced towards

backed up to a chair, grabbing the teapot on

was playful, "Whitney, I'd advise you to cooperate. Otherwise, I won't say a word about what you want

lazily, a smile playing

clenched her jaw, setting the teapot down and tossing her

over and

pulled out a pocket knife and a voice recorder from

The bodyguard turned, handing the items to Florence.

sinisterly at the

was crushed in the

like a fool. Now, let's sit down and have a calm chat." Whitney took a seat, her eyes sharp as daggers. "When will you hand over

"Always in such a rush. Let's talk about

cesspit, I've long stopped caring about. You can have him if you like, as long as you can stomach it." Whitney's voice was indifferent. Her words not only demeaned

the scorn in her voice, the insinuation that even pregnant, she

twisted. "You're letting

I'm not ashamed to tell you- Every time we're together, even though he moans your name, he's always so happy! He can't resist the youth, beauty, and purity of my body.

needles,

Elaine, yet now he can't

pregnancy was suspicious,

from Florence's lips

and Florence's pregnancy wasn't

since seeing the news, but Florence's smiling

Florence, "Oh, you're such a success, happy to be a stand-in. I've never seen such filth proudly displayed. After all, only someone who confuses their face for their backside can boast about

what about you? Do

the kids seriously, right? But what happened? You told him his mother's Teukemia was my doing, so what! Knowing I'm pregnant, he couldn't bear to trouble me. He let me go! Jason

grew heavy, she grabbed a cup beside her