Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 103

That damned woman, she just could not stay out of trouble. His gaze bore into Nolan, dark and stormy.

Nolan shivered, realizing every kind word he had ever spoken on Whitney's behalf had gone to waste.

The man's expressionless face gave nothing away as he strode forward with purposeful steps.

Nolan hurried to keep up, sensing Ludwik was about to explode, and whispered urgently, "Whitney must've been set up, man. With all the riffraff around tonight, why on earth would she be talking business? She'd be fawning over you instead, the big shot that you are. Plus, she's pregnant. We need to get her out of there."

Ludwik's heart pounded with suppressed rage that quickly morphed into concern.

Hannah followed, fuming, praying her cousin would not manage to calm Ludwik down.

Elaine lagged behind, her phone vibrating silently. She slipped into a corner to answer it. Her assistant's voice was frantic. "Elaine, we've got trouble. Bryce found the place, and he's on his way there. I don't know if Mr. Wendt had enough time to... you know, make Whitney lose the baby..."

Elaine's brow furrowed.

Then, a sly smile crossed her lips, and she let out a soft, eerie chuckle. "Why is that bad news? Bryce showing up will only spice things up."

This was turning into a show she would not want to miss!

Mr. Wendt was nothing compared to Bryce. The murderous look Ludwik gave Bryce at the party said it all.

Plus, Whitney, drugged and with three guys? That was going to be a scene to remember!

Excited, Elaine quickly followed the others.

Ludwik rechecked his phone. Why did that damned woman not call him for help? Or was it already too late for her to even ask?

He pushed through the crowd, arriving at the ground floor guest room. As he raised his leg to kick the door down, it swung open.

"Whitney!" Ludwik stormed in, frowning.

In the room, Mr. Wendt was already sprawled on the floor while the bed was a mess. Whitney leaned at the foot of the bed, her body limp and trembling, her gaze barely lucid through the confusion. Blood dripped from her lips, a sight both pitiful and seductive. Above her, a handsome young man leaned down.

His profile was refined, and his smile wry.

Bryce had removed his shirt, lifting Whitney gently. "Looks like fate has thrown us together tonight. I already gave you my jacket, and now I'm giving you my shirt to make sure you're okay."

Ludwik's eyes iced over as he listened, his handcrafted leather shoes chilling the floor beneath him.

He smirked, watching from a distance, his eyes locked on Whitney.

Whitney, coming to, heard his voice and felt her heart jolt. She looked up only to meet his frosty gaze.

Bryce followed her gaze and turned to see the imposing man at the door; his jawline was chiseled even beneath a silver mask.

The room's temperature seemed to drop.

"Mr. Lutz, would you please let go of me..." Whitney's voice quivered, sensing trouble.

Bryce was confused, but before he could release her, a force slammed into him, sending him stumbling.

His usually calm face turned cold. "And you are?"

The tall young man ignored him, fixing his steely gaze on the woman in the bed.

He flashed a twisted smile. "So, you cry out for him and not for me?"

"L, it's not what it looks like," Whitney stammered, her eyes brimming with tears.

How could she have the strength to call for help when she was drugged? Shaking, she said, “I was set up and drugged. Mr. Lutz discovered me by accident...”

Ludwik's hand tightened around her neck with a deceptive caress. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he pulled her up from the bed and into his arms.