Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1093

Parisa was in a state of turmoil. "Could she be the 'Whitney' that Florence was trying to frame?

Whitney... Whitney... Those names are so similar.

I need to find my own daughter in secret. Only then, with the memories I've lost and the truths I've been denied, will I truly know what's real.

Everything I know now could be a lie, a fictional world!"

Her anger was laced with a deep sadness.

Erik was moved as well. Ever since the chairman's husband passed away, she'd been alone for over a decade. As someone who had lost her memory, her life was like a blank canvas. She might know she had a daughter out there, but had no way to find her.

Florence's arrival had been like a balm for the chairman's soul.

But now, it seemed to be a false remedy!

At least, the chairman had returned to her homeland.

Surely, here, she could meet her real daughter!

Erik, ever cautious, said, "Chairman, if you want to investigate this so-called wicked woman 'Whitney,' it can't be done here. We don't want to alert Florence and blow our cover. I'll head back to Emperor City and hire a detective. About 'Whitney, Whitney'-if she exists, we'll find her."

"That's the only way.

Group and tell them to bar

company are to be put on hold until I return and handle it myself. Also, arrange

icy mist that threatened to spill from them. Her emotions were a storm, yet

pulled out his laptop, and used an anonymous number to contact the Inko Group

long after, Florence

stormed into the hotel, knocking

it, Florence looked around suspiciously, her eyes darting to

lay 'weakly' on the sofa, surrounded by medicine

with feigned fatigue, "The headache's unbearable. I can't stay here and watch your uncle'@grave being tended. I want to head back to Emperor

suddenly leaving for Emperor

strange look, "Weren't you worried about

the cemetery and now suddenly want to go back

buy medicine?" Florence pressed

to you? Florence, I barely know anyone here. Why would I lie to you? Where

Parisa pressed her fingers to her brow, "I don't have the energy to talk. Erik has booked the private jet. We're

now? Mom, why are

Florence's suspicion only grew.

Her headaches aren't just a minor ailment. She's in a lot of

headache? Is it

of doubt and coldness, but