Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 27

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.

Then, the unmistakable roar of an ultra-luxury car approached, and when the onlookers recognized it, they collectively gasped.

A one-of-a-kind, limited edition Bugatti Veyron—not just the car, but the consecutive numbers on the license plate left Simon and Monica dumbfounded.

Such a license plate number symbolized power, something even the elite of Banyan City could not procure.

Whose car was this?

The driver stepped out, respectfully calling, "Ms. Valentine, your car is ready."

He addressed her as Ms. Valentine, not as the lady of the house, which suggested L's directive. With a knowing smile, Whitney swept past the stunned Monica, Yvonne, and Preston, and gracefully got into the car.

The Bugatti Veyron sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust for the Valentine family to choke on.

The surrounding socialites were abuzz. "Who has Whitney gotten involved with? That license plate—only the Lippert family in Banyan City could..."

"No way Whitney's involved with the Lippert family!" Yvonne interjected with scorn. "She's ruined. She's just latched onto some guy with a fake plate!"

Monica, jealous to the core but feigning sorrow, added, "She's disgraced our father."

Simon's complexion turned sour. How could Whitney know a man with such a car?

A deep resentment bubbled within him. Whitney was supposed to be his—all of her beauty, excellence, and capabilities should have been his!

L and Whitney traveled in separate cars, he ahead and she following behind.

Tiana urgently contacted her, "Did I do well, Whitney?"

"Perfectly." Whitney had instructed Tiana to drug Monica and take her to the basement.

The driver had bought some dog meat to stage the scene.

Yvonne's plans were derailed, and everyone witnessed her supposed madness, making her institutionalization a foregone conclusion.