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 on the carved

your call, it's

Bryce?

expression soured further, her grievances ready to

Despite her anger, she greeted him with

"You've been in Germinia for a week, any progress? Didn't you

cunning of yours? I've

in one go, I'm as good as

nothing more than a pawn

her volatility, Bryce had to suppress his anger, softening his tone, "Florence, you're my treasure, my last chance at a comeback. I can't

hurry. Ludwik has already landed in Eurovoria

He's coming for you!"

the color from

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

must win over that woman and

the only way for both

Ludwik learns about that woman's existence and her

you imagine our

stretched to its limit, ready to snap under her racing heart's

Ludwik was moving fast....

Damn it.

running out

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

an idea?" Bryce 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 dies, don't mourn it. We don't lack

plan. It'll make that woman notice me at first glance, leaving

Bryce blurted

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."

Whitney's mother was still

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