Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 554

"Sammy..." Whitney's voice was choked, barely a whisper.

"Sammy?" Tiana's eyes widened. "What are you talking about, Whitney? What happened to Sammy? Did he...?"

Just then, Whitney's phone buzzed with an anonymous text: [Come alone, I'm giving you a chance.]

She opened it, read the message, and then it self-destructed.

Her gaze turned icy, her body's warmth fading as she forced calmness. "It's nothing. I just need to step out for a bit, grab some meds."

"I'll come with you! I'm worried. You were delirious with fever just now."

"No need, Tiana. Just wait for me in the office."

Whitney went back, grabbed a pocket knife and a voice recorder from her drawer, and tucked them into her bag before heading downstairs alone.

Behind the company's building, next to the dumpster, there was a taxi waiting. The driver got out, confirmed Whitney's identity, and invited her in.

Whitney took a deep breath of the cold air. Florence was taking extreme precautions for this meeting.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of Sammy. Was Florence finally going to admit to kidnapping him?

Her gaze was fixed straight ahead...

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The driver opened the door to the café.

The place was deserted.

Following the driver upstairs, Whitney entered a private room far from any windows.

Florence was there, casually dabbing at her mouth with a napkin and coughing lightly. Seeing Whitney's pale face, she smiled slowly. "Sister, I thought you'd be too scared to face me."

"The kidnapper of my son, the accomplice to your mother shooting your own father. Why wouldn't I come to see you? After all, I'm not the one who will be facing retribution."

Whitney stood at the doorway, her words clear and sharp.

Florence's face darkened, and her smile vanished.

Her eyes swept over the bag in Whitney's hand and she coldly ordered her bodyguard, "Search her."

The bodyguard approached, locking the door behind him, and advanced towards Whitney.

Whitney's expression darkened as she backed up to a chair, grabbing the teapot on the table.

Florence's voice was playful, "Whitney, I'd advise you to cooperate. Otherwise, I won't say a word about what you want to know! And you can leave now."

She stood up lazily, a smile playing on her lips.

Whitney clenched her jaw, setting the teapot down and tossing her bag into the chair.

The bodyguard came over and searched her thoroughly.

After finding nothing on her person, the bodyguard pulled out a pocket knife and a voice recorder from her purse.

"Ms. Sheldon!" The bodyguard turned, handing the items to Florence. "She came prepared."

Florence looked sinisterly at the voice recorder. "Destroy it."