Chapter 101
ine could do no wrong. To L she was the epitome of innocence and kindness, a modern–day saint
draped in designer threads.
“And me,
I am 17 Petty, huh?” Whitney thought.
Her eyes brimmed with icy frustration, a flicker of rage igniting within. She scoffed. “So, you’re ming
me all for her sale?”
“Im just being fair and objective,” the man retorted, his brows knotted in difort. Seeing her on the
verge of tears, a sliver of softness crept into his heart.
But the next moment, Whitney’s disillusionment erupted as she pointed an usatory finger at him.
“You, with all your smarts, are nothing but a blockhead. Do you even know the hostility your precious
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ine harbors against me? Run along, then. Go to her, your darling sister!”
“Say that again? You have absolutely no decency, yet you use me and ine? It seems I’ve been
too lenient to you for too long!”
In a swift motion, the man captured her slender wrist, his grip firm against the door frame, his fury
painting her milky skin with shades of crimson.
Tears welled up in Whitney’s eyes; never had she been so insulted.
She wrenched free from his grasp, her voiceced with bitter sarcasm, “So, you’ve decided I’m a
tramp? Even though there’s nothing between Bryce, Simon, and me, you’re ever so convinced I’m the
problem, no doubt with a nudge from ine. Paranoid, much?”
“Are you not? I’ve seen it with my own eyes! And at the Lotus Clubhouse, ine spoke up for you. You
really don’t know what’s good for you.”
So, he had also been at the Lotus Clubhouse with ine by his side. Was it all a setup?
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He did not trust her and even tracked her movements at work. Since he had already judged her, what
was there left to say?
“Yes, ine is always right, and I’m the loose woman, happy now?” Whitney’s heart turned ice–cold;
she had no more words to waste.
She stormed out of his embrace, the embrace that once offered warmth, now just a cold memory.
ine watched Whitney storm off in the shadows, a sly smile curling her lips.
She had not gone far when Ludwik appeared, his gaze dark and mysterious.
That feeling sent a shiver down ine’s spine.
His eyes were as cold as des, “I asked you to rmend vendors to her. Why did you hide that it
was my idea?”
ine had anticipated Whitney’s counterattack and had her defenses ready.
Feigning surprise and hurt, she responded, “Bro, maybe Whitney misunderstood? I never meant to
hide your kindness. I just thought she might mind if you interfered on her behalf, so I didn’t stress that
part. I guess she doesn’t like me, and that’s why she rejected my offer. It’s all my fault, isn’t it?”
Ludwik cornered her against the wall, his icy presence almost choking her, “Nobody ys me. And if
you’re ying me, you better not touch her. Got it?”
A chill ran down ine’s spine; her
yes reddened in feigned hurt, “Did my foolishness cause a misunderstanding between you two? I’ll go
clear things up with Whitney!”
“No need. Stay away from her from now on,” Ludwikmanded, still trusting ine’s exnation.
Whitney’s hostility towards ine seemed deep–rooted. If she had not known his intentions and gone
to Bryce for the raw materials…
Ludwik’s anger was palpable. However, he could not put down his pride and face her after the harsh
words they had exchanged.
As ine walked away, her fingers curled into a tight fist. Despite their heated argument, Whitney’s
exnation had swayed him. His heart softened once again for that woman.
Uneptable.
Ludwik’s suspicions were rising. He warned her to keep her distance from Whitney. Thus, tonight,
something had to happen to Whitney! Something that would utterly disappoint Ludwik.
A cruel gleam flickered in ine’s eyes as she quickly sought out Hannah.
Hannah was fuming over a ruined designer gown stained with juice, thanks to Whitney. She could not
stand the thought of Whitney not being ousted from the dinner party, especially when Bro could not
spare her a second nce.
“Hannah…” ine’s voice called out.
Hannah hurried to a secluded column, where ine feigned concern and said, “You weren’t hurt, were
you? Whitney was out of line tonight. I couldn’t stand watching her antics, but Bro indulges her, and you
suffer for
it.”
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Her words struck a nerve, and Hannah’s eyes reddened with rage. “ine, she unts her beauty,
even Bryce protects her. Doesn’t Bro see it? I wish Bro could see through her deceit. It infuriates me to
see him fooled by her!”
ine hesitated for a moment before hitting the mark. “Whitney’s probably justworking with all the
wealthy businessmen here tonight. But I saw her with Mr. Wendt in the garden earlier. We can’t let Bro
find out. If there’s any hint of flirtation, it could ruin everything.”
Hannah’s eyes lit up with malice. “You just reminded me, ine. She’s never been chaste. If she’s
seducing Mr. Wendt, wouldn’t that be typical? Hmph.”
ine did not miss the foolish, scheming glint in her eyes. Hannah, now consumed by hatred for
Whitney, would stop at nothing.
Hannah asked eagerly, “Where is Whitney now?”
Pretending ignorance, ine replied, “She just left the lounge. Is there something you need?”
“Just wait for the show, ine,” Hannah smirked before darting away.
ine folded her arms, malicious smile ying on her lips. Everything was falling into ce. She could
not wait for Whitney’s downfall tonight. After all that humiliation, would Ludwik still want her?
Whitney stumbled out of the banquet hall, a daze clouding her vision as a tear secretly escaped, only to
be crisply chilled by the biting wind.
At that moment, the man inside felt like a stranger to her.
He had trusted ine over her, not even giving her a chance to exin. Did he genuinely believe she
was some sort of social climber, using her body as a tool for business?
His paranoia and sudden outbursts were bing frightening.
When she first met him, she was struck by his poised maturity and unyielding strength. But as they
grew closer, she felt suffocated by his possessiveness and dominance, his mood swings now as
unpredictable as the weather.
Lost in thought, Whitney questioned her feelings. Yes, she liked him, but was being with him the right
choice?
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Were they evenpatible?
“Whitney?” The suave and debonair Nn approached, having just arrived.
He hade upon hearing that Whitney would attend the party.
Ludwik, that man devoid of emotional intelligence, had the gall to bring ine as his date. Any hope
Whitney had of reconciliation now seemed dashed.
“Were you leaving?” Nn’s voice broke through her reverie as he noticed her glistening eyes.
Whitney looked at Nn nkly before asking in a frosty tone, “Can I ask you something? ine, is
she really L’s sister?”
She had asked L the same question twice, and his affirmation had not wavered, but ine’s hostility
sowed seeds of doubt in Whitney’s mind.
Nn was taken aback. How could ine be Ludwik’s sister? She was, in reality, Ludwik’s…