Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Whitney raised an eyebrow and looked at Monica with amusement as if she were watching a court jester perform.

Standing beside her, L. towered with an impeccable posture, blatantly ignoring Monica as if she were beneath

his notice.

‘Let’s get going,” he said, turning with an air of distinction.

Whitney followed him, delicate and soft, which only made him seem more imposing.

Simon watched from behind, his eyes simmering with an intense, fiery anger,

“Whitney!” He barked, halting her in her tracks.

Monica’s face soured instantly.

Whitney paused, and L. glanced at her. “I need to take a call. The driver will pick you up. Can you handle that?”

She nodded with a faint smile.

With a cool glance back, Whitney watched Simon approach, eyeing L as he walked away to take his call. “Who the hell is that guy?” Simon demanded.

“None of your damn business.”

“How can you associate with riffraff? Whitney, have you sunk so low?”

“At least I’m not scavenging for coins in the gutter.”

Her words stung Monica and Simon, and onlookers struggled to suppress their laughter.

Monica’s face turned icy while Simon’s expression grew colder. He grabbed Whitney’s hand and sneered, “Riffraff without a car, right? He’s probably riding a motorcycle. I’ll take you home!”

The sound of his car keys jingled, and the headlights of a Lamborghini flashed.

Monica feigned concern as she approached. “Oh dear sister, you must have walked here, right? You should be careful, especially being pregnant, even if the father’s identity is a mystery. Let Simon and me take you home. What if something happens to you on that motorcycle?”

The elite ladies nearby cast disdainful glances at Whitney. As beautiful as she was, it baffled them why she would be with a thug.

Whitney remained silent.

roar of an ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers recognized

Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers on the license plate left

a license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite of

Whose car was this?

driver stepped out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car

as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and Preston,

of exhaust for

surrounding socialites were abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with?

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Chapter 27

interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some

core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s disgraced

How could Whitney know a man with

resentment bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all

in separate cars,

“Did I

drug Monica and take

dog meat to

everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization

you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana said cheerfully. “By the way, did Mr. Lippert show

replied, distracted by her fake husband and missing her nemesis’s

car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking a

wait as he

smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace

car. She knelt to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up days ago. Thank you for

L raised an

laughed, standing up in the

her lips, and his fingers loosened

L. Without you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She

“Hmph.”

behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might not like it,

mouth twitched in

sorry for the plate for being mistaken as a

they headed towards

had been at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you return just for this?” She asked

and deep gaze