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.

unmistakable roar of an ultra–luxury car approached, and

car, but the consecutive numbers on the license plate left

number symbolized power, something even the elite

Whose car was this?

out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your

Ms. Valentine, not as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and Preston, and gracefully got into the

of

gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert family in

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

jealous to the core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s

How could Whitney know

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

in separate cars,

urgently contacted her, “Did I do

Whitney had instructed Tiana to drug

dog meat

witnessed her supposed madness, making

around, but too bad for Monica–just as she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract

her fake

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

wait

her with the grace of

getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve

L raised

the evening

lips, and his

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

“Hmph.”

“But you really shouldn’t use that license plate.

mouth twitched

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the

headed towards the

been at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you

pause and deep gaze

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