Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 11

Simon raised his palm, and Whitney glared coldly at the despicable jerk before her.

Still, his betrayal pierced her frozen heart like a dagger.

Their tender eight years together—he had claimed to be the bastard of the Perlman family, placing extra importance on family values.

He had talked about having a whole brood of kids with her.

Now, he had traded her for Monica.

"We'll see what kind of spawn you two produce. Hell's got a special place for you both!" Whitney wrenched her hand away and stormed off.

Simon frowned, instinctively following her retreating figure, lithe and indifferent.

Monica caught his gaze, her expression darkening suddenly.

“Damn it,” she thought, “I can't let that wench take back the company and lure Simon in again!”

Outside the towering skyscraper of Skye Gem Ltd.

Tiana saw Whitney emerge, her demeanor icy, and quickly asked, "How did it go? Did any shareholders back you up?"

Whitney shook her head. "Business folks chase profit; no one's dumb enough to cross the Valentines right now. But I did sabotage Simon's deal today and goaded Monica into making a bet."

"Nice! What's the bet?"

"A provincial jewelry contest next month. If I win, I take over as General Manager."

"No way! You struck a nerve. Simon and Monica, those two must be rattled!"

"I don't know if they're rattled, but the shareholders at Skye Gem sure don't believe in me. They're all backing Monica, mocking me openly."

Tiana clenched her teeth, a cold smirk crossing her face as she booted up her computer. "They have no clue about your skills, do they? We've got to win this! Let's see, the regional contest starts in October, and it's hosted by Imperial Gem Corporation, the top judges..."

She suddenly fell silent.

Whitney's face turned rigid with anger as she spun around. "What did you just say? Which jewelry company?"

Swallowing hard, Tiana muttered, "The jewelry monarch, your arch-nemesis—Imperial Gem Corporation. They're running the show."

Silence filled the car.

Tiana turned to see Whitney's face ablaze with fury, her eyes smoldering.

"Isn't Imperial Gem Corporation's CEO the same guy who emailed you mocking your breasts?"

"And I cursed him with a hidden ailment!"

"That evens it out, right?" Tiana's lips twitched. "Imperial Gem's the industry leader, but the boss is a mystery. Rumor has it he's from the Lippert family, third son or something? And you've got him as your rival, head-to-head with his firm."

"You don't get it. Our families have a history. A Lippert stole my grandfather's deal! And every bid Skye Gem made, Imperial Gem tried to snatch it. A few years back, I lost a huge contract to them in a neighboring state because I stopped to help some guy with hysteria. I'll remember that for life."

"Whatever," Tiana muttered, watching Whitney rant.

She thought that if Mr. Lippert was a young man, this could be quite the feud—a pair made in adversary heaven.

Sighing, she said, "You've never even seen Mr. Lippert's face, and you're holding a grudge. But we can't let Monica win this contest. We need to get cozy with Mr. Lippert. He's the judge!"

Tiana hacked the system. "Look, Mr. Lippert has a business appointment at the Southern Elegance Club tomorrow at 3 PM."

Whitney was taken aback. "Send me the address."

Tiana's grin was sly. "You're going to suck up to your mortal enemy?"

"Mind your own business," Whitney snapped.

In the current predicament, she had no choice but to make nice with her foe.

Her emotions were a complex web.