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.

steps before the smartphone

Sheldon, your call, it's

Bryce?

her grievances ready to

Mr. Lutz..." Despite her anger, she greeted him with a feigned

"You've been in Germinia for a week, any

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,

one go, I'm as good

back home, losing nothing more than

anger, softening his tone, "Florence, you're my treasure, my last chance at a comeback.

you need to hurry. Ludwik

He's coming for you!"

the

bastard get the information so fast? He'll trace the flight you took from Frankeston and

woman and secure her trust before he

the only way for both of us

that woman's

imagine our fate

mind stretched to its limit, ready to snap under her

Ludwik was moving fast....

Damn it.

running out of

woman without arousing suspicion, "Enough! Bryce, I'm thinking... Yes,

pressed, his

me. If it dies, don't mourn it. We don't lack cards to play against Ludwik; I've been sick of it for a

notice me at first glance, leaving a lasting impression for what

it!" Bryce blurted

he stared at the smoldering cigarette in his hand. Through the swirling smoke, he coldly ordered his underlings, "Contact those shadowing Florence. Leak some false leads, keep Ludwik chasing his tail." Ludwik was undoubtedly searching for his child, perhaps even suspecting something

discover Whitney's mother was

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