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.

of an ultra–luxury car approached, and when the

limited edition Bugatti Veyron–not just the car, but the consecutive numbers on the license plate left Simon

license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite

Whose car was this?

respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car

the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and

a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine

with? That license plate–only the Lippert family in

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Chapter 27

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

core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s

sour. How could Whitney know a man with such

him. Whitney was supposed to be his–all of her beauty,

traveled in separate cars, he ahead and she following

“Did I do

Tiana to drug Monica and take her to

driver had bought some dog meat

and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her

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

fake husband and missing her nemesis’s handsome

from the car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking

nodded for her to wait as he finished his

smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace

old,” she said. “My mother gave them to

L

standing up in the evening

glanced at her lips, and his fingers

L. Without you, I wouldn’t have my dogs!” She

“Hmph.”

behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might not like

twitched

grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for

they headed towards

event. “Did you come back from a

deep gaze were