Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1097

Whitney barely had time to explain. She felt the urgency of the moment pressing down on her like a heavy weight.

Ludwik's hunch had been spot on. Her grandfather's grave had been disturbed as

well.

This proved that the trail to her mother might lead her by just a step.

Her hope was to intercept her mother in Banyan City, reunite with her, and finally reveal the truth-that she had been deceived by others!

Supporting Keegan, she helped him into the car. The night was as dark as ink, the oppressive atmosphere mirroring Whitney's anxious and intense state of mind.

It wasn't long before Whitney reached the Valentine family mansion.

She ran ahead, instructing the bodyguards to keep a close watch on her uncle. Her eyes, cold and piercing, scanned the decrepit, unlit gates of the mansion. It seemed that over the past three years, Preston and Yvonne had gotten their just deserts.

Pushing open the gate, she noticed an old car parked in the front yard.

A dim light flickered in the living room.

Voices echoed inside!

her sharp eyes and boldly stepped inside, hoping that there were more than just the Valentine family

the sound of a heated

cried out in fear, "Do you think I wanted to find you? If it weren't for her coming back, I wouldn't have bothered even if you died out there, Preston, I'm

she's alive, but where is

glanced around the living room, his face twisted with anger and impatience.

nonsense! When I went to find you this afternoon, I felt like someone was following me. Could it be one of her people, coming

calm any longer. She burst into the room, demanding, "Yvonne, Preston,

"Ah... Parisa!"

the sight of Whitney. On

little brat... Whitney, why

at the doorway, Whitney narrowed her eyes, demanding, "Why am I back? Did you mistake me for

in their demeanor made Yvonne take a

middle of the living room, surprised to see

second-floor landing, a gun

hitman concealed in

the people in the living room and immediately made a call, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Mr. Lutz, we have a