Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 821

"Elodie, can you stop harassing me already?

At the gala the other night, I made it clear in front of everyone that my heart belongs to someone else. If you had any dignity left as a so-called heiress, you wouldn't shamelessly bother a man who's clearly taken. Last time, out of respect for Ronan, I let slide what you did to me and even answered your calls.

But there won't be a next time, alright? Get a grip."

Ludwik rarely minced his words, but each one he spoke cut deep into Elodie's heart, even subtly warning her that he knew all about her antics at the gala.

Elodie was blindsided by his bluntness!

After all, since the night of the gala, when he had managed to escape despite being drugged, she just hadn't been able to get in touch with him.

She thought there might still be a chance...

Her voice softened, "Ludwik, I have no idea what you're talking about.

What did I supposedly do at the gala? Wasn't it you who got seduced by Whitney, that cougar, hiding in my bathroom doing God knows what, making me the laughing stock of the party?

I don't get what you see in her. Is she prettier or younger than me?

Don't you want to see the Lippert family rise again?

Elodie, and you're crossing the Miller family, the senators, the whole

you get away with

defended Whitney, even releasing that fake diagnosis to

might believe it,

were clearly up to no good with Whitney in that bathroom! If I speak out with my status, do you believe the public opinion would turn against you again? I won't let Whitney off easy!" Ludwik's brows furrowed, Elodie stirring up trouble now

really had too much time

stern, he was about

right here next to

would you let me speak in front of Whitney? You're trying to humiliate me?

nonchalantly, gripping the

perfectly healthy man, drugged at Elodie's own party? That's the story needing a

thrilled to deal with Elodie's mess again. A high society darling drugging people-if she can still get married after that, I'll change my last name to yours." "Whitney... you vile woman, do you really think you can outplay

I can't outplay Elodie, but people with their own skeletons should think

matter what Elodie does, Ludwik won't fancy

to him, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the conversation, now even redder. Annoyed, she glared at him, "I was just sick of Elodie, nothing more. Who

able to fend off those relentless admirers. You know there are

Ludwik? You think

thought of Elaine and Florence, those troublesome women, instantly losing any semblance of a good mood around men. Ludwik's

Ludwik?" She leaned in, whispering,

denied, her bright eyes annoyed at the suggestion, "Isn't it obvious I was

down beautifully, Whitney." Ludwik's deep voice carried over, full of