Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1044

"This is exactly why he's playing these games!

But if he thinks he can use this trick to dig around for who's backing us, trying to expose Parisa, he's living in a fantasy."

A sly glint of calculation flashed in Bryce's eyes as he smirked, strategizing in silence. "I have my ways. Parisa insists on going back home? Fine. Just follow my lead and stop trying to block her path. We don't want to overdo it and end up burning ourselves. Florence, before you head back, zip it. Keeping quiet and eliminating her doubts is our top priority. Got it? You need to learn to read the room, be a bit smarter about things.

As for Ludwik, since he's asking for it, why not deliver him a nice little surprise?"

"What kind of surprise?" Her voice suddenly calm and scheming, Florence's tense nerves relaxed slightly, her interest piqued.

Bryce scoffed, "Do you know what's most crucial once Parisa lands in Harmonia Country?"

"Come on, Mr. Lutz, you're the brain here, spill it."

"Use your head."

With disdain and a dangerous gleam in his eyes, Bryce continued, "The most important thing is to fuel her hatred for Ludwik. Once she's viewing him through that lens, she won't give him the time of day. Leave that to me.

Florence, I'm much better at this game than you. I need to prepare a 'warm welcome' for Parisa.

We need to make her feel that in the unfamiliar Harmonia Country, we are her only true allies.

That will make our job a whole lot easier.

Understand?"

His tone was patronizing, and although Florence found it irritating, she couldn't deny Bryce's knack for devious schemes. She wondered what he had up his sleeve to take down Ludwik.

if Parisa was hell-bent

was his plan,

sounded outside the ornately carved bedroom

her phone and hiding it before slipping the device back into her pocket. She composed herself and rose to answer the door with innocent doe eyes, smiling as if nothing

been a constant in the mansion, living alongside Ms. Tennyson for over a decade. After the chairman's passing, Ms. Tennyson had stepped into his shoes, her life marked by solitude in the vast

the first time a new face had

to her room, leaving the butler puzzled. Then, a call from

he glanced briefly into the room behind her. Seeing nothing amiss, he smiled, "Miss, I noticed you seemed upset upon your return, so I had the staff prepare some afternoon tea for you. Anything wrong? I heard some

usual demeanor, made her suspect Parisa's influence - was she

chill ran through her as she

shaking her head.

l.ne

a friend back homedt's pretty boring here, not knowing anyone. The argument? Oh, we were just

the tea, please

about to watch a movie but it gets lonely by myself. Butler,

walked back into the living room, inviting them

the old butler

on Florence's actions and communications. Yet, everything seemed normal... Deciding to observe her daily routine a bit more, he

in the evening,

her office

exuded a calm

Parisa entered, continued her cheerful conversation without

away, seemingly discussing some food item with genuine laughter on

remained fixed on

didn't confine herself to her room but invited the maids to watch a movie with her. I've been watching;