Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 13

He did not seem like the type to indulge in frivolity. 

Whitney rose with a chill in her voice, “Let’s go, Sir. Ignore the barking mutt.” 

“She involved me, so now she’ll have to howl in misery.” 

Roselyn did not grasp the man’s meaning, only noticing how his thin lips curled into an irresistible charm, saying, “What are you spacing out for? Order, come on.” 

“Fine, order whatever you want!” Roselyn tossed down her black card. 

The man elegantly summoned the manager, who shivered under his gaze, dutifully saying, “Please place your 

order, Sir.” 

“Bring me all of your menus,” the man said. 

Roselyn figured there was only a menu or two at most. 

But the manager presented twenty menus, each listing 20 dishes! 

The man’s voice was cool as he said, “Serve everything.” 

“What in the world are you doing?” Roselyn gasped. 

“Didn’t you want to treat me to a meal?” 

Once the words were out, with the alumni chat live–streaming, Roselyn steeled herself, “Alright then, the credit limit on Monica’s black card is quite substantial!” 

After serving four hundred dishes, the total came to three million dollars. 

Roselyn’s lips trembled with fear. The man’s lips curved, “Go settle the bill, and I’ll follow you.” 

Roselyn just wanted to sleep with him, and the prize was seemingly within grasp. Thus, she eagerly went to 

pay. 

But at the front desk, the black card suddenly did not work! 

The manager stated flatly, “I’m sorry, but this card has been canceled. It’s not sufficient for a Southern Elegance Club membership. Please pay in cash, or it’s considered dining and dashing, and we will notify the police. You’re committing a crime.” 

Roselyn was dumbstruck; how could the card be void? 

“Check again, please. This black card was issued by the Perlman family’s second son, Simon!” 

The manager sneered, dismissing Simon as insignificant. 

He called over security, who escorted Roselyn right back to Whitney’s table. 

The manager laid it out for her, “You’ve offended my guest. Apologize on your knees, or it’s off to the police 

station!” 

Roselyn looked at Whitney, unable to believe that Whitney and the thug were the manager’s guests. Her eyes blazed, her face ashen with rage. 

But she did not have the funds. She had only relied on Monica’s card to trample over Whitney. 

“Will you kneel or not?” The manager urged, watching his esteemed guest’s expression. 

Roselyn could only swallow her pride and kneel. 

The man lifted his gaze lazily, his face cold, and said to Whitney, “Give me your phone.” 

Whitney was stunned by this turn of events but figured it was his play. She handed over her phone. 

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The man opened her Facebook, snapped a photo of kneeling Roselyn, and shared it in the buzzing alumni chat. Everyone was waiting for the follow–up on Whitney’s supposed dine–and–dash. 

Suddenly, they saw Roselyn kneeling at Whitney’s table, with Whitney half in the frame. 

Whitney had posted the photo! 

The chat went eerily quiet. 

Whitney glanced at the man, who must have heard her phone ringing incessantly. 

His brows were deep–set, his look detached and proud. Roselyn must be blind to mistake him for a thug. 

Whitney raised an eyebrow, then typed a message. [Having someone kneel while you dine adds a touch of excitement, doesn’t it?] 

She had been silent until now, even when the chat was at its liveliest. 

Now, her comment was met with a strange silence. 

Then, the man glanced at Roselyn. “Where’s your apology?”