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 when the onlookers

the consecutive numbers

even the elite

Whose car was this?

calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car is

house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past

of exhaust for the Valentine family to

Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate–only the Lippert family

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Chapter 27

with scorn. “She’s ruined. She’s just latched onto

feigning

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

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

separate cars, he ahead and

urgently contacted her, “Did I

drug Monica

bought some dog

everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a

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.

replied, distracted by her fake husband and missing

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

to wait as

smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace of

the car. She knelt to greet them, her face softening. “They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to

again?” L

the

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

wouldn’t have my dogs!” She said, stepping closer to

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched

grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for

they headed

he had been at an important event. “Did you come back

and deep gaze