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.

car approached, and when the onlookers recognized it, they collectively

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

something even the elite of Banyan City could

Whose car was this?

respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car

as the lady of the house, which suggested L’s directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept

Bugatti Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to

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

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Chapter 27

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

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

could Whitney know a man with

to be his–all of her

in separate cars,

“Did

had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and

bought some dog meat to

and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a

kicked her out again. And that resort contract won’t

Whitney replied, distracted by her fake husband and

the villa, Whitney alighted from the car. L, already there, stood elegantly, smoking a cigarette–a mature

her to wait as he finished

cleared, he approached her

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

up in the

glanced at her lips, and his

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

“Hmph.”

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

twitched

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the

they headed towards

man’s formal attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come back from a trip, or did you return just for this?”

pause and deep gaze were