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.

approached, and

limited edition Bugatti Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers on

something even the elite of Banyan

Whose car was this?

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

With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and Preston, and gracefully got into the

Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for

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

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Chapter 27

family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s ruined.

jealous to the core but feigning

complexion turned sour. How could Whitney know

resentment bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty, excellence,

Whitney traveled in separate cars, he ahead

contacted her, “Did I do

had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her

dog meat

derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed

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.

her fake

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

for her to wait as he finished

cleared, he approached her with

said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through everything. I should’ve picked them up days ago.

again?” L raised

standing up in the evening breeze like an

lips, and his

Without you, I wouldn’t have my

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for being mistaken

headed

you come back from a trip, or did you return

and deep gaze were answer