Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 903

She was staying at a hotel not too far from Inko.

The hotel was designed in a medieval European style typical of Eurovoria, not very tall, leaving her neck aching and her expression somber.

It had been a week since she'd smuggled herself into Germinia.

But progress was slim.

All she knew was the woman's name, Miss Tennyson, whose age and appearance confirmed she was Whitney's biological mother. However, Florence couldn't get close to her.

Inko's security was tight, barring entry to anyone not employed there. Florence could only watch as a sleek black Lincoln ferried the woman to and from work.

It seemed she led a life of routine, moving between two points. Florence had tried to follow her, hoping to discover where she lived.

The result only frustrated her further.

The woman was exceedingly wealthy, living in a manor in the north, its grounds under surveillance miles out. Florence couldn't set foot on her property.

The woman appeared unmarried, without children in this place, always alone. Her solitary silhouette and the cold, unapproachable profile she presented made Florence both wary and intimidated. This task was far from the simple act of recognition Bryce had painted it to be.

Scratching her head in vexation, she didn't know how to win the woman's trust.

Moreover, being a stranger here and heavily pregnant, Florence regretted accepting this task.

Now, with Whitney having reshuffled the deck back in Emperor City for the Sheldon family, she had nowhere else to turn.

This woman, seemingly amnesiac about her past life, was Florence's last chance at redemption!

She gritted her teeth in frustration, directing a punch at her belly, "Move, why do you move, Whitney's wretched spawn? If not for your utility, I'd end you right here."

The maid accompanying her gasped in shock at Ms. Sheldon's harsh side profile, feeling sorry for the unborn child, innocent and yet to be born into the Sheldon lineage.

"Go, fetch me some ice water!" Florence snapped, annoyed at the maid's sympathetic look.

few steps before the smartphone on the carved cabinet

Sheldon, your call, it's

Bryce?

her grievances

anger, she

for a week, any progress? Didn't you meet that

company heavily guarded. Her residence is a lavish estate miles devoid of neighbors. How am I supposed to approach her and claim kinship?" "Are you that ineffectual?" Bryce was impatient with her complaints, his voice laden with anger, "Florence, where's that cunning of yours? I've placed you so close to her, and you can't think of anything?" "Bryce, I am thinking! But this woman lives alone, no husband, no children, only a male assistant like some secret agent. Do you think she'll just believe I'm her daughter if I approach her out of the

in one go, I'm

back home, losing nothing more

his anger, softening his tone, "Florence, you're

hurry. Ludwik has

He's coming for you!"

revelation drained the color

so fast? He'll trace the

that woman and secure her trust

only way for both of

if Ludwik learns about that woman's

you imagine our fate

in her mind stretched to its limit, ready to

Ludwik was moving fast....

Damn it.

was running out of

suspicion, "Enough! Bryce, I'm thinking... Yes, her ever-present male

pressed, his voice laced

belly, a ruthless glint passing through her eyes, "No pain, no gain. I'll have to use this little curse inside me. If it

plan. It'll make that woman notice me at first glance, leaving a lasting impression for

it!" Bryce

smoldering cigarette in his hand. Through the swirling smoke, he coldly ordered his underlings, "Contact those shadowing

let him discover Whitney's mother was still alive and incredibly

the