Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 

Bryce’s expression tightened, a shift flickering in his eyes. 

Whitney shook her head, signaling there was more to be done. She continued to apply pressure to more points on his head while Bryce stood guard by the door. 

It was not until 3 a.m. that Braxton miraculously regained consciousness! 

The monitor beeped, rousing the Tarringtons, who had been dozing off in the waiting area. Braxton’s son immediately called for the doctor. 

Seizing the moment, Bryce stepped out with Whitney as a flurry of doctors rushed into the room, astonished. “Braxton, you’re awake?” 

A doctor quickly examined Braxton and found that the internal bleeding had stopped on its own, meaning Braxton could undergo surgery, offering a glimmer of hope! 

In a corner of the corridor, Bryce’s phone rang incessantly. He looked at Whitney in disbelief. “You really did it?” Whitney just shook her head, her expression still tense. “Braxton’s going into surgery soon. I’m worried about complications; I need to stay here.” 

Bryce asked, “I need to attend to something urgent. Can you handle things on your own?” 

Whitney tightened her mask and nodded silently. 

Leaving Bryce behind, she stood vigil in the hallway, her focus unwavering on Braxton’s condition. 

Three hours later, Braxton’s brain surgery concluded. The doors swung open, and a doctor emerged to congratulate the Tarrington family. “The surgery went smoothly; Braxton is out of danger!” 

At that moment, Whitney’s cold sweat dripped down, and her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled back into place. 

Breathing deeply, her rapid heartbeat brought a moist glint to her eyes. 

Ludwik was safe. 

Clutching her phone, she looked up the distance between the private hospital and South City Police Station, ready to head to the precinct. 

Suddenly, Bryce called, his tone strained, “Whitney, there’s a situation here, and I need you to come over. I think I’ve been set up. Bring your acupuncture kit.“– 

“Mr. Lutz, what’s wrong? Where are you?” Whitney’s grip tightened on her phone, alarmed by the urgency in his voice. 

Having just been helped greatly by Bryce, she could not abandon him now. 

Frowning, she hailed a cab. 

At the hotel. 

Whitney rushed from the taxi to Bryce’s room. As she entered, she saw his tall figure slumped against a desk His usually composed face was flushed abnormally, his gaze hazy. Trying to muster his energy, he grunted, “I was at a socializing event here, and someone from a rival company spiked my drink. I’m feeling off. We can’t let this get out. Help me get out of here.” 

Whitney realized he had been set up because of his assistant’s absence. The business world was ruthless. People would use any means necessary to reach their goals. 

She quickly helped him to his feet and headed for the door. 

Chapter 151 

Suddenly, someone outside slammed and locked the door! 

Whitney was startled and rushed to try the handle while Bryce joined in, kicking at the door. But their combined strength could not budge it. 

Bryce’s face darkened as he quickly assessed the situation, looking at her regretfully “Damn, I shouldn’t have involved you. I wanted your acupuncture to help me, but I didn’t anticipate their next move. They’re trying to catch me in a trap!” 

Whitney, too, was anxious, she was in a hurry to find Ludwik at the station, and now they were trapped. 

Bryce made a few more calls, his team in Banyan City was three hours away. 

His temperature rose rapidly, his gaze on Whitney growing intense. 

“Mr. Lutz, stop moving. I’ll get the needles ready” Whitney said urgently, dragging him toward the bathroom. “You look bad, I’m not sure if acupuncture can take effect quickly enough” 

Suddenly, he pulled her wrist, and Whitney realized her mistake in touching him. 

Bryce’s large frame pinned her against the bathroom wall as he lunged, desperate with discomfort. “Whitney. I’m burning up, I Get away! Stop with the needles.” 

Startled. Whitney tried to escape. 

But, out of control, Bryce did not let her go, instead, he knocked her into the bathtub 

The cold splash shocked Whitney into stillness as her needle kit fell into the water, scattering the silver needles. While she struggled, she tried to gather them. 

Bryce pressed her against the tub’s edge, his touch feverish, his breath scorching as he whispered, “Whitney, I like you. I’m sorry, I… 

“Mr. Lutz Snap out of it. This is not right!” Whitney cried, tears welling, prying her mouth free as his lips moved down her neck. She was pushed underwater, desperately reaching for a needle and finally jabbing it into his neck. 

Bryce flinched, but his strength was overpowering, and he continued his advances 

Exhausted, Whitney slammed his head against the tub, quickly found another needle, and applied it, turning his face pale.