Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 41

Whitney bit her lip, anxiety etching her features.

"Ha!" Monica scoffed as if she had just heard the world's funniest joke, expressing her disdain. "Turns out he's not here to rescue you, Whitney. Look at you, disgraced and abandoned. Not even the street thugs want you now. Pathetic. Hey, manager! Get them out of here!"

Parker caught up in a few strides, saying, "Bro, she’s pregnant! You're so worked up you're ready to abandon your kid?"

L swept him with an icy glance.

Parker got the message, his laugh trailing off as he spun on his heel.

Security hoisted up Whitney and Tiana while Monica, with a sly nod, urged the socialites to shove Whitney down the stairs.

With a gust of cold air, Parker was there, shoving the women aside. "Let those ladies go!" he bellowed.

Caught off guard and not recognizing Parker, Monica assumed he was just another nobody from the streets. She yelled, "Who the heck are you to push me around? Manager, don't you dare let them go. Throw them out, along with this guy!"

Parker's smile was thin, his patience wearing thin. "Manager, what are you waiting for?"

The manager, now pale as a ghost, knew better than to cross Parker, a friend of the big boss. His previous flattering of Monica now turned to disgust as he directed the security to encircle Monica and her posse.

"What are you waiting for? Get them out of here!"

"What?" Monica's voice was incredulous, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? I'm a VIP member of this club, the darling of the Valentine Corporation. You wouldn't dare..."

When the women resisted, the security grabbed Monica and Stella, dragging them to the carpeted stairs and throwing them down without ceremony.

Monica stumbled and landed with a thud, her hair and clothes in disarray.

Stella, in her high heels, fell gracelessly to the ground floor.

The entire floor of wealthy businessmen and socialites watched the scene unfold, some even pulling out their phones to capture the moment.

Monica's face turned an angry shade of blue.

Stella, a celebrity, covered her face and screamed, "Stop filming!"

Tiana stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at Stella with a cool, mocking laugh. "Stella, this is the rising star you've been clinging to."

Stella spun around, her face dropping several degrees at the sight of Whitney's indifferent expression.

Parker smiled at Whitney.

"Thanks," Whitney replied, having seen this bespectacled man at the hospital before. His eyes, behind his glasses, hinted at a deceptively cunning persona.

"Your man’s dining at the other private suite. Want to join?" Parker offered.

Recalling the man who showed no interest in coming to her aid, Whitney shook her head. "No, thanks."

But Tiana was already piecing things together. The man behind the mask? Of course, he was Whitney's enigmatic husband!

She immediately clung to Whitney, her eyes twinkling. "Why not go? It would be lovely for you two to dine together. I'm starving!"

And with that, Tiana dragged Whitney into the private suite, but as soon as they entered, the chill from the man silenced Tiana, and it took her a moment to muster a compliment. "You must be the renowned Mr. L? Whitney always speaks of you. Truly, meeting you exceeds all the rumors. You're the epitome of elegance and maturity—a natural-born leader!"

The room fell into a silence as cold as the snow.

Tiana, feeling out of place, nudged Whitney. "Go on, call him 'honey'."

Rigid and uncomfortable, Whitney pressed her lips together, feeling entirely out of place.

Parker cleared his throat and pulled out a chair for her. "Whitney, please, take a seat. Manager, the menu, please."

Respectfully, the manager presented two copies, landing in the hands of Whitney and Mr. L.

"Just a few light dishes," the man spoke up, his voice deep and resonant.

He sat back, his posture impeccable, his legs crossed, his face as cold as ice.