Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 400

Downstairs, Danny was being shielded by Felix and shoved into the car. Nearby, two men were trading punches like a torrential downpour, tangled in chaos!

Whitney dashed down the stairs...

Bryce took a hit, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of that fleeting shadow. His gaze hardened, and he quickly whispered to Ludwik, “Mr. Lippert getting cozy with his date at the cinema entrance—those photos must have really hurt Whitney, huh?”

Ludwik froze. His anger surged, glaring at Bryce, “Did you show them to her?”

“Hah,” Bryce let out a barely audible chuckle.

Ludwik's eyes darkened, and suddenly, like a madman, he rained down punches. Bryce just lay there, arms relaxed, offering no resistance, only managing to grunt softly.

“Bryce?” Whitney ran over, horrified to see Bryce bleeding from his mouth. Panic set in. Ludwik, atop Bryce, was like a raging lion, unleashing his fury.

“Ludwik, stop... Have you lost your mind? Why are you hitting him?”

Whitney feared that if the beating continued, it might be fatal. What could possibly drive Ludwik to such violence against Bryce? In her own front yard, causing such a scene, Whitney was furious and tried to pull Bryce away from the unstoppable assault, “Enough!”

“Ludwik, stop it.” She tried to pull him away.

“Are you scolding me for another man again? Hitting me?” Ludwik's eyes reddened as he looked up. This scene was all too familiar; three years ago, she had hit him over Simon Perlman.

“Oh, feeling pity for him now?” His voice was icy.

“You are being unreasonable.” Whitney bit her lip, “He came to see me. This is my front yard. What right do you have to beat someone up here?”

“Because he deserves it! He took those photos and showed them to you, provoking me earlier. Such a low-life man, and you still let him near you, are you blind?” Ludwik shouted angrily.

Whitney was stunned.

Bryce looked at her, coughing up blood, “What photos? I just got here and Mr. Lippert beat me up. Seems like he can't stand having any men around Whitney. Utter lawlessness.”

Ludwik's punch landed on Bryce's jaw as he laughed sarcastically, “A man playing the victim, that's a first for me!”

“Ludwik...” Whitney desperately dragged Bryce away, feeling utterly bewildered, “Those photos were sent to me by Elaine, not him! What does Bryce have to do with this?”

Her heart ached with bitterness, and she angrily showed him the phone, her voice sharp, “The sender is Elaine, I'm not blind. Unlike you, Bryce wouldn't hurt me on purpose. Not like you, keeping an ex-wife hanging while moving on with a new love, and the ex-girlfriend using photos to torment the former wife! Have you ever considered my feelings? Do you know how much my heart hurts? You don't know because it doesn't matter to you if you date around, but you can't stand me having a male friend? Why, just why?”

Her tears shone in the moonlight, sharp as knives, cutting deep into his heart. These words, favoring Bryce, were bound to drive him into a frenzied rage.

He glanced at the sender on the phone, his gaze sharpening at Bryce. Everything was clear to him now.

Ludwik laughed coldly, “Yes, Bryce is the saint, and I'm the villain. Whitney, you're so naive... Couldn't he have given those photos to Elaine?”