Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 632

Felix was practically breathless, "And then this morning, Weiman Technologies went global, launching their latest chip! Everything's happening so fast. The Lippert Group's stock plummeted by over forty billion in just half a day. The risk management department predicts it'll drop even more tomorrow. The situation looks grim. The whole group is in chaos, and Mr. Doonan has mysteriously vanished. Mr. Lippert, you must come back, please, we're begging you!"

The news of Parker's disappearance hit Ludwik like a thunderbolt. Parker was formidable, one of the few untouchables in the world. His disappearance suggested a gaping abyss behind the scenes... The Lippert Group's stock took a nosedive, losing forty billion in an instant...

Ludwik felt a chill, "I'll be right back."

He ended the call, his eyes bloodshot, and strode up to the bedroom.

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In the dark room, Whitney lay on the bed, her eyes closed, brows furrowed in distress.

"Whitney..." He called her name over and over again.

Whitney had been awake since he entered. His presence was both unique and terrifying, almost nightmare-inducing. She pretended to be asleep, wanting nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, he leaned over, his hand pulling away the covers—

Whitney's eyes snapped open, glaring at him coldly, "Can't you ever give it a rest? I'm on my period, do you really have to bother me now?!"

The distress and resistance in her eyes made his heart ache, his hand pausing in mid-air.

His gaze turned vacant, vulnerable, "Whitney..."

He had been so sure that with WisdoChip Co.'s launch, he'd secure a top position worldwide, ensuring no one could take her away from him. But now, The Lippert family faced an unprecedented crisis. The chip was gone, Parker was gone, beyond his worst fears. This conspiracy might be the toughest challenge in his career, Ludwik sensed his empire crumbling, uncertain if he could keep her by his side...

"I love you. I can't even begin to explain how much," he whispered, his body covering hers, his hands gripping hers tightly as he kissed her desperately.

Whitney was taken aback, then furious, shoving him, "Don't touch me! Weren't you just angry? What's wrong with you..."

His pressure on her abdomen hurt, his grip nearly crushing her hands. She was enraged, believing this to be his twisted way of tormenting her after their fight, "Get off! You..."

His eyes, bloodshot, silenced her struggles with a kiss until she couldn't breathe. Only then did he reluctantly let her go.

His eyes, heavy with unspoken words, "I have to leave for a bit, Whitney."

Whitney, confused and disheveled, retorted coldly, "Finally, something's taking you away! I can't stand the sight of you."

His heart felt pierced, his gaze lingering on her angry face, sorrowful and strained, "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"You better never come back."

He closed his eyes, resigned, "Wait for me, don't go anywhere."

He stood, watching her intently as if memorizing her every feature.

Whitney felt uneasy under his gaze, sensing something was off. Why did his farewell feel so final? She dismissed it, comparing him to a capricious madman.

Sitting in the quiet of the night, Whitney pondered how long he'd be gone, what he was up to, and whether she could escape.