Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1151

"Ludwik is the real culprit who hired a hitman to kill you. The President's already had him arrested!"

Phineas Wilson let out a dry, knowing chuckle. "Oh, really? So, Ludwik tries to have me killed, and his reward is being thrown in jail by the President. And you- who didn't try to kill me get your hands on the entire Inko Group? You really think this room full of shareholders are that gullible?"

He glanced around the conference room, voice steady and commanding. "Listen up, all of you. Let me make it clear: The night I was attacked, I remember it perfectly. I was leaving that steakhouse downtown, and a hitman dressed as a chef took a shot at me. As I hit the ground, I saw with my own eyes-Bryce Lutz was the one calling the shots. Bryce is the real mastermind behind the attempt on my life.

And I'll confirm that to the President myself!"

This time, the words hit hard. No one dared to question it anymore.

All eyes in the room, wide with shock and anger, swung to Bryce.

"It was you, Bryce? You tried to kill Mr. Wilson?"

"I can't believe it, Bryce! You're insane—this is unforgivable!"

flew across

calm, eyes darting to the conference room door-Ronan Miller's men were outside, and

bodyguards were stationed downstairs.

still make a run

seemed to know

his hand, Ludwik signaled, and suddenly the doors were blocked. Felix had arranged for half the city's police force to surround the building, sealing the

a cold

shifted over to Florence Sheldon, who looked ready to bolt; then to Whitney Valentine. With the ghost of a smile, he said, "Whitney, Mr. Wilson has just

over yet-the best is still to

turn. She claims to be Ms.

she should show everyone here those documents

quietly by, was more than ready. She'd been waiting for the perfect moment-let Ludwik and Phineas take down

out for the shareholders to see. With a slow, icy smile, she pointed at the top page. "Take a good look, everyone. This is the DNA paternity test I did with

certainty, that I-Whitney-am Parisa Tennyson's