Love beyond the mask ( Whitney )
Chapter 722

The man shot him a glance, his tone icy, "Right now, you're probably scheming about how to get rid of me, aren't you? Who you gonna call for help? Jarvis and Wade?"

Bryce was taken aback. He actually knew. He was in cahoots with Jarvis and Wade.

Who was this guy...

A low, cold laugh escaped the man's lips, "Oh, and I know that your so-called love for Whitney is anything but simple. Your feelings are riddled with countless calculations."

"In Banyan City, when you found out Whitney had two sons, you exploited Elaine's rage, aiming to get rid of her kids.

And today, your secret meeting with the chief was to have him cut off all leads to Tiana, because you're the one who killed her, right?" Bryce's body trembled violently.

Who was this person?

How did he know so much?

Even Elaine herself didn't know about the plot against her children in Banyan City.

And the meeting today, how did he know about that?

"Don't touch Whitney, stay away. Otherwise, next time I come, you'll be a corpse. Feel free to try me..."

The man in the passenger seat finished speaking, his burly arm opening the car door.

A license plate-free car swerved by.

The gunman beside Bryce also quickly departed.

In seconds, both figures disappeared under the trees.

Bryce swallowed hard, then punched the car seat, his usually refined face now filled with cold fear, dammit.

When did Emperor City get someone like this?

Someone who knew his secrets in Banyan City?

And right near the police station, they were so brazen, clearly not fearing him going to the cops.

Panic weighed heavily on him.

"Mr. Lutz..." The driver, now shaking, turned around.

"Get my most trusted guys to dig up everything on this guy!" Bryce ordered with a venomous tone.

"Sure, Mr. Lutz. You heading home now?" asked the driver.

"Forget it, take me to Nightshade Club. Be careful."

Bryce thought of Whitney moving into the villa tonight and felt a surge of anger. He was very annoyed, he would have normally gone back, but now he was in no mood. The warning from those two made him cautious.

After all, the other party knew too much.

He didn't dare to gamble, his plans in Emperor City had to be flawless.

But... it was so frustrating.

He had longed for Whitney's body for so long.

Arriving at Nightshade Club, Bryce sat alone in a private room, drowning his sorrows with a stiff drink.

Suddenly, the door burst open, but he ignored it until a delicate hand touched his neck.

"Get off!" He snapped, irritably glancing up, only to see Florence in a soft white dress, her face resembling Whitney's, lightly made up, looking pitiful yet charming standing behind him. No matter how you looked at her, she had an air of fragile innocence about her.

Plus, her youth added to her untainted charm, making Bryce suddenly understand why Ludwik could never bring himself to be harsh with her, leading to several misunderstandings with Whitney. He scoffed, "Florence? What a surprise. What do you want?"

Florence ignored his warning tone, wrapping her slender arm around his,

settling next to him, "Mr. Lutz, is Whitney too busy to keep you company? You look so lonely."

She smiled as she poured him another drink, "But even if your sister was here, pretending in front of her must be tiring, right?"

Bryce eyed her seductive demeanor, his gaze narrowing.

If that face was Whitney's, if Whitney would use that voice to entice him...

He suddenly laughed coldly, "Florence, you're truly despicable,

weren't you hanging around Jarvis?

Jarvis is ruthless, hard to control. I heard he brings lots of women home, never really seeing you as a person.

Have you seen his value and now you're aiming for mine?"

"Whether Jarvis has any value left, that's yet to be seen."

Florence smiled, undeterred by his sarcasm, "I'm here to ask Mr. Lutz for a favor. I need your power to protect me for a while."

That way, Ludwik couldn't force her to have an abortion.

And with the police case involving Sandy, Shane wouldn't be able to trace it back to her.

"What makes you think you can climb up to me now?" Bryce scoffed, pinching her innocent chin, "I made myself clear last time at your dad's hospital. You're of no use to me."

"Who says?" Florence suddenly lowered her gaze to her stomach, "What if I tell you, this child is Whitney and Ludwik's?"

Bryce's eyes widened.

Florence smirked, "Jarvis had the same shocked look when I told him.

Am I sincere enough now?

Mr. Lutz, if you help me, I can also secure you a deal with The Sheldon Group. Whitney is still blocking you, isn't she?

She just doesn't fully trust you, keeping her guard up.

I just heard my dad might be waking up.

If he sees how 'devoted' you are, he'll be moved, and he'll convince Whitney to agree to the partnership. She won't hesitate then."

Bryce's gaze churned, "But how will Hudson Sheldon agree to let me into The Sheldon Group so easily?"

Florence's lips curved, "I forgot to tell Mr. Lutz, I have a lab with many new drugs.

Just give one to my dad, and he'll do as you wish."

Bryce stared at Florence's gentle face, "Florence, that's your dad who raised you for twenty years. You're truly vile."

Florence smirked inwardly, her hands slowly wrapping around his neck, her breath sweet as spring, "Isn't this a perfect match for us? I scratch your back, you let me return to Sheldon Group as a junior executive and kick out Whitney. Mr. Lutz, with the night so enchanting, don't you want a taste of Ludwik's former flame?"

She gently nibbled at Bryce's earlobe.

Bryce, catching sight of her profile that bore a striking resemblance to Whitney, felt a surge of desire.

But he looked down at her belly with disdain, "Businessmen steer clear of pregnant women. It's bad luck if anything goes wrong."

"Hmm," Florence cooed, kissing the back of his hand gently before kneeling down, "There's always another way.

Don't you want to get back at Ludwik and Whitney?

This child here is theirs, and to do it in front of their own child, well..."

Bryce's thoughts turned dark at the perverse pleasure of the idea.

He immediately grabbed Florence by her hair, pulling her roughly onto the couch, frantically unbuckling his belt.

This woman, with her own laboratory, seemed confident in her assurances. That drug must be potent. Hudson... He'd had his eyes on the lucrative Sheldon Group for a while.

It seemed Florence wasn't completely useless, at least, she bore a strong resemblance to Whitney.

His fierce expression softened into a grimace as he pressed his lips to Florence's in a forceful kiss.