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,

the

something even the elite of Banyan City

Whose car was this?

respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car is

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

sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the

gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert

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Chapter 27

Lippert family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some guy

jealous to the core but feigning sorrow,

turned sour. How could Whitney know a

him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and

Whitney traveled in separate cars, he ahead

contacted her, “Did I do well,

instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take

had bought some dog meat to

her

jumping around, but too bad for Monica–just as she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any

distracted by her fake husband and

the car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature man with a

wait as he

the smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace of

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 your driver,

L raised an

in the evening breeze

lips, and his fingers loosened his

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

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched in

for the plate for being mistaken as

they headed towards the

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

deep gaze