Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

Whitney fought to hide her flushed cheeks, wanting to suggest another store, but Claire had already strutted in with the butler in tow. 

Left with no choice, Whitney let the man lead her to greet the formidable matriarch. 

In the opulent changing room, Lyra peeked out and said to Elaine, “Bryce’s mom has arrived, Miss. This is the perfect chance to knock Whitney down a peg. Don’t you want to play some tricks on her?” 

The prospect of undermining that wench was tantalizing to Elaine. A little scheming and Ludwik would undoubtedly take her side, striking right at Whitney’s heart. 

But with a cunning glint in her eye, Elaine chuckled and said, “Use your head. I’ll spare her today. Nothing’s more important than my engagement to Ludwik. Once I’m the future Mrs. Lippert, dealing with her and that little mistake will be child’s play.” 

Lyra caught on. “Miss, you’re always one step ahead. No wonder you’ve got the boss wrapped around your finger.” 

Elaine smirked, her lips curling as she undressed to try on her gown. 

In the lounge. 

Bryce leaned in close to Whitney and whispered, “Don’t be nervous. I’ve squashed those nasty rumors about you. Mom doesn’t follow the tabloids, and if she asks you anything you don’t want to answer, just don’t.” 

Whitney nodded. 

With a fond pat on her head, he introduced, “Mom, this is Whitney Valentine. You insisted on meeting her, and here she is.” 

Claire, oozing grandeur, took a seat, her gaze immediately locking onto Whitney’s belly. 

Whitney nervously greeted, “Claire.” 

“Sit down! Don’t stand. You’ll tire the baby,” Claire said with a strange tone, casting a resentful glance at her son. “Whitney Valentine, right? The girl who designs my jewelry. I quite liked you, although the Valentine family is a minor name, and I’ve heard you’ve had some… complications.” 

“Mom, you’re prying too much,” Bryce coughed. 

Claire huffed. “Fine! He won’t let me dig into your past. He’s so protective of you. It’s all so improper, a child on the way, and only now we’re told, and all this scandalous footage. 

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But since this child is a Lutz, and your family isn’t exactly well–off, I accept it. Get engaged to Bryce quickly. It’s hasty but a double blessing, and it settles one of my worries.” 

Whitney was stunned, looking at Bryce. At this moment, she finally understood what method Bryce was referring to. 

She scowled in disbelief, about to object, but Bryce’s hand pressed down on hers. 

He whispered urgently, “It’s the only way to make my parents happy. Don’t ruin this, Whitney. After the engagement party, I’ll clear things up with them. Right now, I need to get through this rough patch!” 

If it were not for her billion–dollar loan, the Lutz Group shareholders would not be displeased with him, and the Lutz family would not be seeking a new leader. 

She could not afford to fail at such a critical moment. 

Whitney bit back her frustration, but Claire’s kind gaze on her belly made her skin crawl. 

“Have you chosen a dress? Don’t go for high heels for the sake of beauty. The baby comes first.” Claire grinned, taking Whitney’s hand in hers. 

Dazed, Whitney managed a strained smile in response. 

“The girl is lovely. Bryce, you should have a few more with her,” Claire said approvingly, her voice carrying through the store. 

The staff glanced over, and Whitney felt the chilling glare burning into her. 

Facing Claire’s smile, Whitney’s expression stiffened. 

Bryce drew her closer, clearing his throat. “Don’t mind her, Whitney. She’s getting senile.” 

“Perhaps Claire really is losing it!” A cold male voice rang out, laced with mockery. 

Whitney turned sharply, her breath catching at the sight of Ludwik. Her face tensed with anxiety. 

Bryce’s eyebrows rose as he stood, instinctively pulling her behind him. 

His protective stance only darkened Ludwik’s scowl. “If you’re not senile, how did you miss the red flags when choosing your son’s partner, someone desperate to secure a safety net?” 

Whitney’s hands clenched tight, her face draining of color. 

“Who are you, young man, and what do you mean by that?” Claire frowned at the strikingly handsome intruder. 

“Mr. Lippert, show some class. My mother is elderly; you could at least spare her your harsh words,” Bryce confronted him. 

Ludwik’s lips twisted in scorn. “I’m not the villain here. A person’s character and manners aren’t just for show; they’re etched in their very bones.” 

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With that loaded remark, he downed his wine and strode past, barely sparing Whitney a glance. 

“Such disrespect towards my son, what do you take me for?” Claire was fiercely protective. 

Elaine, on Ludwik’s arm, turned back with a smile. “Claire, Ludwik has been more than respectful. But between us, she’s what you’d call ‘secondhand good,‘ you understand?” 

She shot Whitney a mocking look, smirking. 

Ludwik frowned slightly. Given how quickly this woman had switched loyalties from his mother to the ‘new Natalie,‘ he found the irony too pungent to intervene. 

His tacit approval left Whitney feeling colder than ever. 

Claire knitted her brows, turning to Whitney for an explanation. “What ‘secondhand good“? Explain yourself.” 

“Mom, why bother with irrelevant people? In my eyes, Whitney is the best there is. Mr. Lippert has a business grudge against me and is just trying to provoke me. Are you taking him seriously?” 

Claire trusted her son implicitly and had refrained from looking into Whitney’s past to avoid upsetting him.