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, they

but the consecutive numbers on the

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

Whose car was this?

calling, “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,

cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family

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

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Chapter 27

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

jealous to the core but feigning sorrow, added,

could Whitney

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

traveled in separate cars,

urgently contacted her, “Did

Tiana to drug Monica and take

driver had bought some dog meat to stage the

everyone witnessed her supposed

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,” Tiana said cheerfully. “By the way,

distracted by her fake husband and

L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature

wait as he finished his

smoke cleared, he approached her with

from the car. She knelt 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 them

again?” L raised an

laughed, standing up in the evening breeze like an ethereal

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

my dogs!” She said,

“Hmph.”

to the imposing Bugatti behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license

twitched in

feeling sorry for the plate

they headed towards the

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

and deep gaze were