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.

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

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

even

Whose car was this?

respectfully calling, “Ms.

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

Bugatti Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust

surrounding socialites were abuzz. “Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only

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Chapter 27

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

feigning sorrow, added, “She’s disgraced

complexion turned sour. How could Whitney know a man with such

supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities should have been

in separate cars, he ahead and she following

her, “Did

to drug

bought some dog

plans were derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making

are always 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 good now, haha,”

her fake husband and missing

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

to wait as

cleared, he approached her with the grace of a

knelt to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been

again?” L raised an

in the

her lips, and

have my dogs!” She said,

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the

headed towards the

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

deep gaze were