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 it, they

limited edition Bugatti Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers

even the elite of

Whose car was this?

calling, “Ms. Valentine, your

L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne,

off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to choke

were abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert family in Banyan City

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Chapter 27

“She’s ruined. She’s just latched

to the core but feigning

Whitney know a

bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty,

separate cars, he ahead

her, “Did I do well,

drug Monica and take her to the

some dog meat to

and everyone witnessed her supposed madness,

And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana

distracted by her fake husband and missing her nemesis’s

at the villa, Whitney alighted from the car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking

wait as he finished

cleared, he approached her with the grace of

said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up days ago. Thank

again?” L

standing up in the evening breeze

lips, and his fingers

you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said,

“Hmph.”

the imposing Bugatti behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The

mouth twitched

grimaced, feeling sorry for the

headed

man’s formal attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or

and deep