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.

unmistakable roar of an ultra–luxury car approached, and when the onlookers recognized it, they

but the consecutive numbers on the license plate

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

Whose car was this?

stepped out, respectfully calling, “Ms.

not as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned

of exhaust

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

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

to the core but feigning sorrow, added, “She’s disgraced our

turned sour. How could Whitney

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

cars, he ahead and she

contacted her, “Did

Whitney had instructed Tiana to drug Monica

bought some dog meat

witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization

high society, you kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t do her any good now, haha,”

fake husband and missing

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

for her to wait as he finished his

smoke cleared, he approached her with the grace

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

L raised

the

her lips, and

my dogs!” She said,

“Hmph.”

the imposing Bugatti behind her. “But you really shouldn’t use that license plate. The cops might not like it,

twitched in

feeling sorry for the plate for being mistaken

headed towards

“Did you come back

deep

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