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.

ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers recognized it, they

car, but the consecutive numbers on the license

a license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite of Banyan City

Whose car was this?

driver stepped out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car

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

of exhaust for the Valentine family

involved with? That license plate–only the

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Chapter 27

with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto some guy with a fake plate!”

feigning sorrow, added, “She’s disgraced our

sour. How could Whitney know a man with

was supposed to be his–all of her beauty,

traveled in separate cars, he ahead

her, “Did I

instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her

dog

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

she stepped into high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,” Tiana said cheerfully. “By the way, did Mr. Lippert

replied, distracted by her fake husband and missing her nemesis’s

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

for her to wait

the smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace of a

to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked

again?” L raised

standing up in the evening breeze

glanced at her lips, and his

you, L. Without you, I wouldn’t have my

“Hmph.”

you really shouldn’t use that license plate.

mouth twitched

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for

they headed

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

deep gaze were answer