Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1151

“Ludwik is the real culprit who hired a hitman to kill you. The President’s already had him arrested!”

Phineas Wilson let out a dry, knowing chuckle. “Oh, really? So, Ludwik tries to have me killed, and his reward is being thrown in jail by the President. And you—who didn’t try to kill me—get your hands on the entire Inko Group? You really think this room full of shareholders are that gullible?”

He glanced around the conference room, voice steady and commanding. “Listen up, all of you. Let me make it clear: The night I was attacked, I remember it perfectly. I was leaving that steakhouse downtown, and a hitman dressed as a chef took a shot at me. As I hit the ground, I saw with my own eyes—Bryce Lutz was the one calling the shots. Bryce is the real mastermind behind the attempt on my life.

And I’ll confirm that to the President myself!”

This time, the words hit hard. No one dared to question it anymore.

All eyes in the room, wide with shock and anger, swung to Bryce.

“It was you, Bryce? You tried to kill Mr. Wilson?”

“I can’t believe it, Bryce! You’re insane—this is unforgivable!”

Accusations flew across the table.

Bryce’s face turned ashen. He kept telling himself to stay calm, eyes darting to the conference room door—Ronan Miller’s men were outside, and his own bodyguards were stationed downstairs.

He could still make a run for it…

But Ludwik seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.

With a casual, almost bored wave of his hand, Ludwik signaled, and suddenly the doors were blocked. Felix had arranged for half the city’s police force to surround the building, sealing the exits.

Bryce’s eyes narrowed, shooting a cold glare at Ludwik.

Ludwik stood with one hand in his pocket, meeting Bryce’s stare with chilling indifference. His gaze shifted over to Florence Sheldon, who looked ready to bolt; then to Whitney Valentine. With the ghost of a smile, he said, “Whitney, Mr. Wilson has just confirmed Bryce’s crime himself.

Other shareholders snatched up the documents, poring over the stamped certificates. “Wait, does this mean Ms. Tennyson had two daughters?”

Whitney shook her head. “No—my mother only had one daughter. Which means Florence has been an imposter from the start.”

Whitney’s words made Florence snap. “That’s a lie! My DNA test with Mom was done way before yours!

Besides, Mom’s dead—how could you possibly do a DNA test with her? Yours is the fake one!”

Florence stared at Whitney’s test results, panic rising in her throat. She had no idea where Whitney had gotten that document, but it had to be forged.

She shot a desperate look at Bryce. Last night, hadn’t Whitney given up on recovering the body? Parisa must’ve washed away long ago.

Bryce’s expression twisted. “Whitney, you’ve gone too far. You think you can just bribe a forensics lab and waltz in here with a fake test? Florence is Ms. Tennyson’s real daughter—she has all the original wills and documents! Do you?”