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.

the unmistakable roar 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

number symbolized power, something even

Whose car was this?

out, respectfully calling, “Ms. Valentine, your car

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

Bugatti Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of

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

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Chapter 27

Whitney’s involved with the Lippert family!” Yvonne interjected with scorn. “She’s

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

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

Whitney was supposed to be his–all of

Whitney traveled in separate cars, he ahead

urgently contacted her, “Did I do well,

drug Monica and take her to

dog

and everyone witnessed her supposed madness,

around, but too bad 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,”

replied, distracted by her fake husband and missing

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

to wait as he finished his

cleared, he approached her with

“They’re getting old,” she said. “My mother gave them to me. They’ve been with me through

L raised an

up in the evening breeze

her lips, and

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

“Hmph.”

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

mouth twitched

assistant grimaced, feeling sorry for the plate for being mistaken as

headed towards the

noticed the man’s formal attire, suggesting he had been at an important event. “Did you come

and deep gaze were answer