Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 6

Yvonne and Monica tumbled into the room with a crash.

Looking up, they were both dumbstruck, staring at the two men tied to the chairs with needles sticking out of their vital parts!

"Don't move now, or you'll be done for," Whitney smirked slyly. She turned her head, grabbed a bowl of soup, and threw it at Yvonne and Monica!

"Ah!" With two simultaneous screams, gravy splattered across their faces!

Whitney opened the study's back door, which led to a staircase, and her two former guard dogs, breeds she had raised, bounded up. They were ferocious and only listened to her.

"Good boys. Go have your soup!" Whitney said with a sly smile.

The guard dogs encircled Monica and Yvonne, baring their sharp teeth!

"What the hell are you doing, Whitney?" Realizing her plan had failed, Yvonne's face turned dark and malevolent.

Whitney picked up a paring knife, wiped off her fingerprints, and advanced toward Monica, her eyes cold as steel. "Let me guess, you planned to trap me all along. Get some blood on you after I left my prints, and suddenly, I'm the deranged villainess who tried to kill her stepsister in a post-kidnapping frenzy. I suppose by tomorrow, my nude pictures will be plastered all over the news, right?"

Monica's face turned several shades paler, being licked by the dogs drenched in soup; she dared not speak!

Whitney's eyes narrowed. Then, she put on a pair of gloves and slashed the knife across Monica's palm without saying a word.

"Ah! You bitch, Whitney, how dare you hurt me!"

"Yeah, and I'm making sure you won't find any evidence to send me to prison, sister," Whitney sneered, pressing close to Monica’s face and tossing the knife away, leaving no fingerprints.

She turned to collect the needles, and the two male shareholders immediately stood up, trying to escape.

"Grab her! Do whatever you want, no consequences!" Yvonne was furious as she yelled.

Intimidated by the dogs, the men grumbled, "Yvonne, what a mess you've made. We won't forget this!"

They quickly ran downstairs.

Whitney packed up her needle kit, sent the dogs away, and looked at Yvonne and the ashen-faced Monica with a chilling chuckle. "Yvonne, it seems like the old Whitney was too meek for your taste, huh? Stomp on her, deceive her, and now your intelligence has dropped to that of an imbecile?"

Yvonne was livid.

Whitney taunted, "Reflect on this. Your enemy has risen from the ashes, and you can't just sit there and get humiliated!"

Yvonne nearly spat blood, her laughter cold and spiteful. "You think you can hurt Monica and walk away? Guards! Beat her to death!"

The bodyguards at the mansion's entrance charged up, a pack of burly men.

Whitney's pupils grew cold; breaking out would not be easy.

Yvonne sneered. "Scared now? Get her, and strip her so she can't run!"

As the bodyguards rushed in, Whitney reached for her needle kit, her eyes narrowing fiercely.

Suddenly, there was a loud snap as one of the bodyguards' arms broke!

Whitney spun around to see two young men in suits who had barged in from nowhere!

They moved swiftly, grabbing the bodyguards and knocking them to the ground in no time!

"Who the hell are you? How did you get into my house?" Yvonne was both shocked and angry, trying to reach for Whitney.

One of the men forcefully pushed her aside, sending her crashing to the floor. Seeing this, Monica screamed.

"After you," the man said to Whitney, nodding toward the exit.

Whitney did not hesitate, following them downstairs immediately.

It was dusk. Beneath the Valentine Mansion, a luxury car was parked, not the Bentley from the morning, but Whitney instantly recognized the imposing figure in the back seat, a man wearing a mask.

Whitney's mind reeled with surprise, her lips quirking. "Sir... what brings you here?"

The man glanced at her and retorted, "If I hadn't arrived in time, how would you have protected your unborn child?"

His natural authority silenced Whitney's chuckle; she bit her lip and looked down.