Love Beyond the Mask

Chapter 51

While other Monica has been Daddy’s little princess since we were kids. At home, she got everything

her way and war hat to step aside for her, including handing over my good grades and even my artistic

he even took my france

But that west enough for her. She wanted more and more until she took my company and tried to

destroy me O TUOSSE MIRNDLE, Keal talents will eventually get exposed, and playing the game too

big will only play you in the

Ss. I hope you’l homor our bet. Now that the truth about the competition has come to light, you’ll have

to give baby Skye Gem to me”

She spoke without a hit of anger, her calm demeanor evoking even more sympathy.

The crowd’s gaze shifted towards Whitney, her words heavy with unspoken implication, leaving much

to the arments of the onlookers

So Whitney is saying that Monica has been plagiarizing her work all along and posing as the lead

designer?”

Someone mommured

Did we mistake Whitney for a nobody? Could it be… Whitney is the true genius designer?”

From when Whinney says, Wonica took everything from her, her man, her company, using favoritism to

her advamage

Repomers swarmed Whinney and Monica, the scene descending into chaos. Whitney’s expression

remained senere playing the role of the wronged innocent to perfection and successfully stirring the

reporters‘ indignation

Suddenly, are fet the wait of an immense stare

She looked towards the WP section and looked eyes with the deep, handsome gaze of her archenemy

He wanted her with a hint of amusement, the comers of his eyes crinkling slightly.

Suddenly, re qurred an eyebrow at her, and in the midst of the crowd, she knew that secret,

mischievous gesture was just for her

Whitney’s chests fucted with an inexplicable rush. Without time to ponder why her nemesis would side

with her one simply trought at this moment, he looked incredibly dashing!

Meanwhile, Monica’s snuation was spiraling out of control

The reporters enorded Prese, pressing her with questions. “Mrs. Perlman, were you aware of the

alleged bribery involining your future daughter–in–law and the Imperial Gem Corporation?”

“With Monica suspected of plagiarism, she surely can’t be awarded first prize. Will you and Simon

forgive her actions and proceed with the engagement party this afternoon?

Phese was livid, the Periman family’s reputation tarnished, and she dreaded explaining this to the

patriarch.

Just thinking about Fath capitalizing on this scandal sent Phebe into a fury. She answered the reporters

with a cold facade, Monics ant my daughterin–law, not even my future daughter–in–law!”

Are you canceling their engagement party right here and now?”

There has never been an engagement party planned between Simon and her. Please, no more wild

How can you say that! Monica, desperate upon hearing the public denial, ran over, “You promised me

there would be an engagement party this afternoon if I won first prize. You promised I could join the

Perlman family this year

Did you win first prize? You’re accused of plagiarism and bribery, yet you have the audacity to cling to

the

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Pertman name. You have no shame. After the charity banquet where Whitney revealed your repeated

miscarriages, I should’ve known you were no good girl. You’re not worthy of my son! Simen, get her

away from me, don’t embarrass me further

The socialites watched the scene unfold, some mocking Monica, “Have you all forgotten that Simon

was originally Whitney’s fiance?”

“She’s taken everything from Whitney, her man, her work. She’s nothing but an illegitimate child”

Ashen–faced with panic, Monica wished for her mother, Yvonne’s presence.

She pinned all her hopes on Simon, running to him and clinging desperately. “Simon, you can’t listen to

her. We have to go through with our engagement this afternoon, right? You’re going to marry me, aren’t

you?”

“Monica, calm down.”

“What do you mean? The press is attacking me, and you won’t help? You must get engaged to me to

save my reputation and status.”

Running out of patience, Simon pushed her away as the reporters and Phebe’s watchful eyes waited

for his response. He knew the Valentine Corporation was in trouble, and he needed to distance himself

immediately. His face set in a cold expression, and he dropped the bombshell. “You’ve brought me

nothing but disgrace, and now this scandal. The engagement party is off!”

“Simon!” Monica’s face turned deathly pale as she watched Simon and Phebe dodge the reporters and

walk away.

The reporters then swarmed Monica, who had ironically arranged for the award ceremony to be

broadcast live, exposing her downfall to the world. Online spectators, shocked by the turn of events,

flooded in to attack Monica.

“So, it turns out the plagiarist is you.”

“A perfect plot to bite back, you plagiarize Whitney’s work and even framed her flawlessly.”

“Has everyone put the pieces together? Since Whitney’s kidnapping, Simon and Monica took over

Skye Gem Ltd., planning their engagement, while Whitney is left with nothing. Out with the old, in with

the new, doesn’t that make you wonder?”

Standing at a distance, Whitney almost teared up upon hearing that last comment. At last, someone

guessed the truth behind it all.

She was innocent, a victim, homeless while Monica basked in the limelight, her laughter echoing where

once Whitney had been cherished.

“Monica, you’re truly heartless.”

“Her mother, Yvonne, was a porn star; it’s no surprise what kind of person she is.”

“Maybe Whitney’s tarnished reputation was all a scheme by this mother–daughter duo.”

“Don’t you dare leave, Monica, you plagiarizing scoundrel.”

Monica saw her chance to escape amid the chaos, but the crowd was too frantic, and she was quickly

trampled to the ground.

“Don’t push me,” Monica cried out in fear, trembling.

“Mommy…” she called out desperately.

Yvonne appeared in a fluster, her face a mask of panic, flanked by her bodyguards. As soon as the

reporters spotted her, they swarmed, trapping her amid a sea of questions and cameras.

Whitney watched with detached amusement as the mother and daughter duo stumbled into a mess.

From today onwards, Monica’s once-pristine reputation, her crowning glory, seemed doomed to be

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Tiana stood beside her, reveling in the drama. “The crowd’s on their game today; squashing those two

feels so satisfying! Karma doesn’t miss a beat, does it? And Whitney, did you ever imagine your arch–

enemy would save you? My heartthrob was on fire just now, slapping you with a reality check!”

Whitney blinked, feeling an unexpected warmth in her chest. She had not predicted that today’s victory

would come with an assist from Ludwik.

But a giant question mark loomed in her mind: Why would her sworn enemy lend her a hand? It was

illogical, downright bizarre.

“Whitney! Mr. Lippert is leaving! Hurry up, after such a massive favor, aren’t you going to thank him?”

At Tiana’s shout, Whitney turned to see the chairman’s dais, where a striking figure was rising to his

feet.

With his files in hand and his long, elegant fingers, Ludwik cast a leisurely glance in Whitney’s direction

as he prepared to leave.

Whitney’s cheeks inexplicably warmed as she quickly took Tiana’s hand and darted backstage, hoping

to catch up with Ludwik.