Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 35

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Chapter 35 

“Who cares? He’s my archenemy for life. Especially after he dared to accept Monica’s painting. That man is nothing but a devious snake, a greedy wolf in sheep’s clothing, pretending to be a gentleman but with the 

heart of a jackal 

Whitney approached the bookshelf with a scowl, slapping the picture of the man back and forth with disdain. 

Tiana, quivering nervously, whispered, “Isn’t it a bit much to be trash–talking and hitting his picture in his own 

office 

“Do you really think he’d have surveillance in his office?” Whitney snorted, scanning the room suspiciously. 

She noticed a one–way mirror on the wall; the other side was probably another office. 

At that moment, just a mirror away, the tall man stood with his arms crossed, an assistant beside him sweating bullets as he listened to the young madam’s tirade. 

But the boss had a deep, amused smile on his lips like a man watching his kitten put up a playful fight utterly adorable 

“No use. Tiana! With the way Monica cozied up to him, he took the bait. What’s the point of me even trying?” 

Whitney slumped into a chair, her defeat weighing heavily on her. 

“If only I could’ve taken him down before all this,” she gestured around the imposing office. “The desk, the 

chair… It would all be mine.” 

“Am I also yours, Ms. Valentine?” A deep, lazy voice suddenly came from the doorway, laced with a teasing lilt. 

Whitney, who had been facing away, stiffened and spun around in her chair. 

Tiana had vanished, and there stood a strikingly handsome man at the door, hands in pockets, his dark eyes fixed on her. 

A heavy silence fell. 

Whitney was a leading socialite, known for her grace and poise. Yet there she was, her legs disrespectfully thrown over the boss’s desk. 

Whitney stiffened, then stood abruptly. 

“Stay put.” The man raised an intrigued eyebrow, strode over, and grasped her delicate foot in his warm palm with one swift move. “This desk is worth three million, a fitting throne for your dainty feet.” 

Before Whitney could react, he playfully tickled the sole of her foot, sending her face into a blaze. 

She tried to pull away, but his firm grip held her in place, immobilizing her with just three fingers. 

His gaze slid over her curves, his lips curving into a devilish smirk, “And the chair, six million, imported fine wood, a worthy perch for your… butt.” 

Whitney’s cheeks flamed as she realized the implication, “You… Mr. Lippert, you were eavesdropping! Let go of 

me! 

She struggled, but he held her ankle, his muscular arm bracing against the chair. With only three fingers, he had pinned her to the chair, unable to move. 

“No.” He lowered his head, a glimmer of a smile hiding in his eyes. “As you know, a greedy and lustful man like me tends to give some contestants an unfair advantage. Some are willing to showcase their cleavage, among other things, are you?” 

His demeanor was composed, but his eyes were wickedly playful as he leaned in and whispered suggestively, Wanting the top prize is easy, Ms. Valentine.” 

You, the great Mr. Lippert, are proposing indecent favors in exchange for winning the competition?” Whitney 

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wrenched her foot free, her skin trembling. She scrambled away from his imposing figure like a startled kitten. 

He remained seated, looking after her with an amused gaze. 

Whitney retreated, seething, “Shameless! Despicable! You hold a grudge, but I’ll tell you this – I’ll rise again and take you down.” 

“Though I could win lying down and not doing a thing, I’d rather welcome the challenge in bed.” His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth lifting. 

He was a scoundrel! 

Whitney’s cheeks reddened even more as she grabbed her flats and bolted. “Don’t you dare think about me! ! have a husband, and I love him. I will never stoop to your level. You’re not even half as handsome as he is!” 

The man’s lips curled further. “How would you know without trying?” 

Whitney fled without a word, her suspicions about the man’s rakishness confirmed. 

As she stormed out, the assistant walked in with two lunches. “Sir, why did the madam leave?” 

“She left in a huff. Arrange for a car to take her home.” The man settled back in his chair, his eyes falling on a scrap of paper littered with doodled turtles. 

The chair still held the sweet scent of her perfume. 

Was she calling him a turtle? 

His brows rose with pleasure. She dared to curse him? 

The assistant thought, “Boss has stayed back on purpose just to tease his wife. Tsk tsk, the rich and their games of cat and mouse.” 

Fuming, Whitney climbed into Tiana’s car. 

Tiana had good news. “Stella wants to meet up, a little gathering this afternoon!” 

“Great,” Whitney replied while putting her laptop back in her bag, smiling despite the earlier debacle. 

They arrived at the Aquatic Harmony Club, where Stella had just appeared, her disguise on point. 

“Stella, how did you manage to escape the set?” Tiana hugged her. 

“The new film wrapped up, Whitney.” Stella gave her a once–over, eyes brimming, “I just heard about your trouble. Are you okay?” 

“All good now.” Whitney blinked back. 

They hugged and headed to their private room. 

Stella removed her hat, revealing a cascade of rose–colored curls, the embodiment of a screen siren. 

“Stella, you’re getting more and more enchanting. Tell us, any love interests?” Tiana was ever the gossip. 

Stella frowned, “When would I have the time? And Tiana, how are things with the Lutz heir?” 

“An arranged match. He’s a philanderer.” Tiana rolled her eyes. 

Whitney watched her friend’s dramatics. “And yet you’re totally smitten with him.” 

Stella’s smile hitched slightly as she glanced toward Whitney, “I heard from Tiana that you’re expecting… Is it true the guy’s a thug?” 

Tiana furrowed her brows. “Who told you he’s a thug? I never said that.” 

Stella’s grin froze for a second before she quickly recovered, laughing off her faux pas, “Oh, maybe I got it mixed up with something I saw on TV. My bad. Anyway, let’s drop that. I’ve heard you guys are really diving into that jewelry design competition, huh?“

wrenched her foot free, her skin trembling. She scrambled away from his imposing figure like a startled kitten. 

He remained seated, looking after her with an amused gaze. 

Whitney retreated, seething, “Shameless! Despicable! You hold a grudge, but I’ll tell you this – I’ll rise again and take you down.” 

“Though I could win lying down and not doing a thing, I’d rather welcome the challenge in bed.” His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth lifting. 

He was a scoundrel! 

Whitney’s cheeks reddened even more as she grabbed her flats and bolted. “Don’t you dare think about me! ! have a husband, and I love him. I will never stoop to your level. You’re not even half as handsome as he is!” 

The man’s lips curled further. “How would you know without trying?” 

Whitney fled without a word, her suspicions about the man’s rakishness confirmed. 

As she stormed out, the assistant walked in with two lunches. “Sir, why did the madam leave?”