Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 26

Standing there, Whitney translated the confrontation in her mind, “Even if she and her daughter want to wipe you off the face of the earth, you can’t hurt Monica even the slightest!”

She looked up at the man whose handsome features had been transformed, her heart cold as an iceberg silently drifted within her.

With a sneer, she said, “Simon, I guess the hospital really did wonders on that face of yours”

“What do you mean?”

Monica glared at Whitney and quickly changed the subject, “Sis, you came to bid on landscapes today? But I heard your finances are tight, and you’ve got some street thug for a boyfriend now. Do you need my help?”

Simon’s gaze on Whitney darkened.

A murmur rippled through the crowd. “What, Whitney’s taken up with a street thug?”

Monica feigned innocence. “Don’t talk like that, everyone. Maybe my sister just made a mistake.”

“Oh my God, to consort with riff–raff is to fall from grace. The Valentine family’s name must be totally tarnished by Whitney.”

“Let’s not be too harsh. Didn’t Roselyn say she saw Whitney splurging at the boutique the other day? Maybe her new beau is loaded! Sis, since you have a new man, why not introduce him to us?” Monica’s challenge was thinly veiled.

“A thug worth meeting? With her looking penniless and bidding on million–dollar paintings, I doubt she even has the money to start the bid. Isn’t that right, Whitney?” Roselyn mocked openly, the two of them taking turns. The socialites looked at Whitney with ridicule.

Then, the lights dimmed, and the luxurious auction began.

The first item up was a landscape painting from the late Renaissance era.

The starting bid was a million dollars.

Simon raised his paddle. “Two million!”

The socialites cooed with envy, “Simon’s so lavish, doubling the bid just to win Monica’s favor!”

Monica smirked smugly, satisfied with her prediction, as Whitney did not raise her paddle. Monica stood up and said to the auctioneer in a helpful tone, “Wait, my sister wants to bid too. Come on, Sis, place your bid.”

Her voice carried over the microphone, audible to everyone.

All eyes turned to Whitney, waiting for her to bid.

Whitney sat still, her expression unchanged. She knew she had only $800,000 in cash from Tiana- not enough to meet the starting bid.

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out two million, showcasing a blatant attempt to

not even have a million dollars to

The socialites laughed mockingly.

can’t afford it, don’t embarrass yourself

The

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voice cut through the darkness, “She bids five

was stunned, including Whitney, who recognized that

gait and broad shoulders exuding the composure and dangerous allure of a mature man. His

held

eyes

calmly, bending elegantly in the shadows and drawing near. His large hand gently grasped her

breath

at her, scrutinizing her delicate face, petite forehead- all so fragile. Yet her eyes

sat down, inscrutable, and asked

heart skipped

always

he wanted to ask, ‘Are you

parting slightly, “No, you’re not late,

her, elegantly crossing his legs. Whitney stole a glance at him. Was he not supposed to be

had heard about tonight’s ordeal

he elegantly raised his

and the socialites were in shock, “Is that

“Didn’t you see the mask? He must be hideously

a pang of jealousy as the rumors of Whitney’s thug boyfriend materialized. He had

thug bid

possibly find someone wealthier than him! This thug must

He shouted, “Eight million!”

million,” the man’s voice was as smooth as

hardened,

“Fourteen million.”

man

not help but feel uneasy, “Mr. L,

don’t intend to