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

Bugatti Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive

license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite of Banyan City could not

Whose car was this?

respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your

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

of exhaust for the Valentine

abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert

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Chapter 27

“She’s ruined. She’s

jealous to the core but feigning

How could Whitney know a man with such a

bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities should have been

cars, he ahead and she

her, “Did I do well,

Whitney had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her

bought some dog meat to stage the

her supposed madness, making 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

her fake husband and missing her

villa, Whitney alighted from the car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature man

nodded for her to wait as he finished his

cleared, he approached her with the grace of a

softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through

L raised an

in the evening breeze like an

glanced at her lips, and his fingers loosened his Windsor–knotted

I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said,

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched in

sorry for the plate for being

headed towards

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

pause and deep gaze