Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1112

Whitney let out a small "hmm," her brow furrowing in curiosity. "Sammy, why did he contact you?"

"He used to hassle me about becoming his apprentice in medicine. But today, he mentioned Florence...

They had a lab back in the day, right? After Florence fled the country, the lab was left unchecked. It was notorious for dealing with illegal drugs and sketchy surgeries, so Ryan, not wanting any trouble, shut it down.

But he said Florence showed up at his place yesterday, demanding the keys.

Who knows what she's up to... Ryan mentioned it to me, and I suspect he wants me to pass the message on to you and Dad.

So, here I am, telling you."

Whitney was standing right next to Ludwik, who had exceptional hearing. Before she could even react, Ludwik's eyes, as cold and piercing as a winter's night, suddenly narrowed. His grip on Whitney's hand tightened.

Startled, Whitney hung up the phone, looking at him in confusion. "Ludwik?"

"This is bad." Ludwik's deep voice was like ice cracking. His cold gaze seemed to pierce through her as he quickly pulled Whitney along, picking up the pace as they moved. "If Florence went to the lab, what could she be planning?

Sammy said there are illegal drugs in there... Whitney, this might be a scheme against your mom.

Those two... they might be going for broke, trying to harm her."

He looked intently at Whitney.

A deafening silence filled Whitney's mind, leaving it blank except for a buzzing sound. Her fingers felt chilly. "Ludwik, we need to find Mom, quickly! Dad, Mom might be in danger!"

Hudson hadn’t caught the entire conversation, but his body tensed at the mention of Parisa being in danger. He stiffened, "Florence, that wretched girl. What on earth is she up to?"

At this critical moment, with Florence’s suspicious identity just uncovered, Parisa knew she couldn’t trust anything she said. They were in cahoots, and now they were turning on each other?

Parisa’s eyes glinted with clarity and a touch of skepticism. She instructed her bodyguard, "Step on it, I need to get the verification done immediately."

The testing facility was out in the suburbs, and the car smoothly transitioned onto the less crowded highway.

As they approached the off-ramp, a red car suddenly swerved in from the left, blocking their path.

"Ms. Tennyson, are you alright? Hold on tight." The bodyguard squinted, casting a cold glance at the car in front, ready to maneuver around it.

Parisa steadied herself, her brows knitting together as she cast a sharp glance at the red sedan blocking their way.

Florence emerged from the car, rushing to Parisa’s window, frantically pounding on the door. "Mom, even if you're not my real mom, everything I told you is true!"