Chapter 99
hapter 99
The sting at the core of her chest was impossible to suppress.
ine nudged the brawny arm of the man beside her, “Bro, look who’s here–Whitney!”
Ludwik’s face stiffened, his deep–set eyes quickly turning cold and eager as they swept over the
diminutive figure approaching them.
“JE IS
His gaze narrowed slightly, a flicker of astonishment passing through.
Whitney had not dressed up, simply wearing a ck V–neck evening gown, no high heels, her hair soft
and cascading down her shoulders. She stood there like a fairy, her delicate features stunningly
beautiful, her skin smooth and almost translucent. A subtle pink blush adorned her cheeks, probably
from her blusher.
Just standing there, she had already drawn the attention of numerous men.
Ludwik’s expression turned to ice. He had not seen her for days, and the image of her had thinned
considerably.
Taryn mentioned she had not been eating well.
Seeing Ludwik transfixed, ine swallowed hard, her hand tightening into a fist.
“Bro, did Whitneye to see you? I’ll go check on her,” ine offered with a conspiratorial wink,
suggesting she would help him gauge Whitney’s mood.
Ludwik’s approval was evident in his satisfied nod.
ine quickly approached Whitney, concerncing her voice as she said, “Whitney, you finally made it.
I was starting to worry about you and Bro. What’s going on?”
Whitney’s brows knitted in concern, but a hidden triumph gleamed in her eyes–she had not missed a
thing.
Moving closer, ine continued, “Don’t worry, Bro’s been working these past few days with me. That
night, he got drunk; it was me who took care of him all night. No other woman took advantage of him!”
ine’s yful smile was sharp, her eyes gleaming.
Whitney could hardly miss the hostility. ine was finally dropping her harmless facade, her
provocations bing more overt.
Whitney nced at the cold man in the distance. She would not be fooled. ine was trying to incite a
fight.
Her eyes narrowed into a chilly smile as she said, “With you taking care of him, I’m quite at ease. After
all, L himself told me I needn’t be jealous of anyone, especially you. He sees you as a sister. Besides,
you might look after him for a day, but I’m the one who’ll be caring for him for a lifetime. We have
endless moments of
affection to count.”
ine’s face tightened, but she maintained a cid smile. “That’s wonderful, Whitney. No
misunderstanding, then. Bro’s over there; shall I take you to him?”
Her offer seemed kind but wasced with insinuation–‘take her to him.‘ Whitney locked eyes with
ine, a coldugh bubbling inside her. “Couples meet when they wish; no need to trouble you, Ms.
ine.”
ine got the message loud and clear.
She walked away with a smile, her fists clenched. Whitney was proving challenging to provoke. If
Whitney had just pped her, Ludwik would definitely give her hell tonight.
Nevertheless, ine had other ns. Returning to Ludwik, she urged with feigned concern, “Bro,
Whitney seems upset, unwilling to talk to me. Maybe you should go and charm her?”
At the suggestion, Ludwik’s gaze snapped to Whitney’s solitary figure. His face turned stormy, a cold
Pride and possessiveness burned fiercely in him, especially for someone of his standing with an ego so
formidable.
He could not tolerate any hint of flirtation or deceit.
ine’s spirits lifted at his response, her eyes shifting to Hannah, signaling her with a nce.
Hannah immediately slipped into the crowd, intent on Ludwik, having also spotted Whitney. ine
whispered slyly, “Hannah, I’m only Big Bro’s date tonight to keep an eye out for you, but Whitney’s
here, and his heart seems preupied with her. So, you might want to…”
Hannah’s fists clenched. She had waited so long for an event Ludwik would attend, and now Whitney
was in the way!
“Watch how I deal with her!” Hannah sneered, rallying her clique of socialites.
ine crossed her arms, watching the scene unfold. Whitney might not fall for her tricks, but Hannah
was a loose cannon.
Whitney stood in a quiet corner, debating whether to approach L. Tiana had advised her not to y
hard to get, and she was ready to soften up.
Suddenly, someone shoved her from behind, spilling her drink onto the dress of a nearby socialite.
“Oh my goodness, who did this?” The woman turned sharply.
Whitney, struggling to regain her bnce, stumbled into the socialite. “What’s your problem? Looking
for trouble, I see. Oh, you’re that disgraced Valentine heiress, aren’t you?” The woman’s displeasure
was evident as she recognized Whitney.
Whitney murmured an apology, “I’m sorry, someone pushed me.”
She turned to identify the culprit and, spotting Hannah, understood immediately. Her eyes darkened
with realization.
“Ms. Valentine, are you trying to get Mrs. Wendt out of the way to cozy up to her husband?” Another
socialite said. Whitney recognized her – Scarlett, one of Hannah’s posse.
This was most certainly done on purpose.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wendt red at Whitney, her husband’s attempts to calm her futile. Convinced
of the rumors about Whitney’s scandal, her jealousy was triggered by the beauty standing before her.
In a fit of rage, Mrs. Wendt shoved Whitney, “Ms. Valentine, still trying to seduce my husband? Oh, I’ve
got plenty of stores under my family’s name, and I’ve heard you’re back at Skye Gem. Trying to trade
favors for contracts, how shameless! Who let such a beaten socialite in here? Someone, get her out of
here!”
Hannah could not contain her glee, stepping forward. “Ms. Valentine, it’s understandable you want to
talk business, but it’s quite indecent to eye someone else’s husband. You might as well leave and save
yourself the embarrassment.”
Hannah had not forgotten how Whitney humiliated her in the club, and Ludwik’s protection of Whitney
fueled her jealousy.
Whitney scoffed at their antics, alone and unabashed, her gaze instinctively seeking out L.
The man noticed themotion at the party, but he was still chatting away with his buddy, cool as a
cucumber.
Whitney’s brows furrowed with hurt, and with a cold nce towards Hannah, she grabbed a couple of
sses of wine from a passing waiter. Without wasting words, she doused Mrs. Wendt, Hannah, and
Scarlett in session, their elegant gowns now soaked.
Silence fell upon the immediate vicinity, which was promptly broken by Hannah’s shrill scream,
“Whitney! Have you lost your mind? How dare you ssh us like that!”
Whitney cracked a smile, her eyes shing with reckless danger. “Right, I’ve gone mad, haven’t you
heard? Kidnapped and left with a mental scar messed me up. I’m sharp in business but not so much in
ying nice, especially when faced with provocations from two–faced sirens. I meet one, and I fight
one; if theye in twos, I’ll take them on together.”
With that, Whitney reached out and grabbed a handful of Hannah’s hair.
Hannah was stunned, her strapless gown restricting her movements, making her easy to topple.
ine watched the drama unfold from afar, her ears catching every word. Whitney’s takedown of
Hannah seemed like a stern warning to the rest.
Hannah was her pawn, and clearly, Whitney knew it. This was a p to ine’s face, her lips pressing
in a cold smirk.
But then she saw Mrs. Wendt and Scarlett jump into the fray, yanking at Whitney’s hair.
It looked like a brawl was about to break out when Whitney looked towards L with an icy stare. He
turned
around…
Suddenly, a surge of strength emerged beside her, and Bryce’s refined hand pulled her to safety. “What
in the world is going on here? Ms. Valentine, are you alright?” Bryce asked with concern.
He immediately positioned her behind him, shielding her