Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 445

“What night are you talking about, Mrs. Lippert? I’m totally lost here,” Whitney replied, her expression a perfect blend of confusion and innocence.

Thea squinted her eyes, understanding Whitney’s game but not about to play into it.

Sitting with the posture of a queen, Thea pressed her lips together, took a sip of her coffee—black, no sugar, as was her style—and elegantly slid a card across the table.

Her eyes were frosty as she spoke, “Fill in your terms, Ms. Valentine. Keep your lips sealed, or else, what do you think will become of you?”

Whitney’s hands clenched under the table. She knew all too well the kind of power Mrs. Lippert wielded; a woman of her standing could make people disappear without breaking a sweat.

The secret Whitney had stumbled upon was like a ticking time bomb.

Yet, accepting money was off the table. It would only make Whitney more vulnerable to Thea’s manipulations.

With her eyes downcast, Whitney looked the picture of calm. Raising her head slowly, she smiled, her voice barely above a whisper, “Mrs. Lippert, Jarvis is your son, isn’t he? The biological kind.”

Thea’s demeanor changed in an instant. She had known from the start that Whitney’s observant eyes were trouble.

Suddenly, Whitney shifted from defense to offense, holding her ground with grace.

“Oh, please,” Thea scoffed, gripping her coffee cup, “You think you can blackmail me? Ms. Valentine, you’re playing with fire. Everyone knows Jarvis was picked up from a battlefield by the General. He shares no blood with the Lippert family. Watch your mouth, or it'll cost you.”

Whitney remained silent, but Thea’s tense tone confirmed her suspicions.

Pushing the card back, Whitney spoke with a hint of self-preservation, “I won’t spread rumors. I just wanted to make you aware that I know something. What I stumbled upon that night... well, I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble for Jason or Ludwik. I value my life too much for that. It’s up to you, Mrs. Lippert, whether you see me as a threat.”

Thea’s cold demeanor was unmistakable.

Whitney stood up, her voice steady, “Mrs. Lippert, I’ve had my coffee. I’ll be leaving now. Enjoy yours.”

She walked out, her heart racing.

Once the door closed behind her, Thea had her bodyguard follow Whitney, then made a call. Jarvis on the other end asked, “Godmother, how did it go?”

“She’s onto us, that little brat! For now, she’s keeping quiet, but watch out for her and Ludwik. If they get close, she might back him up. Once your adoptive father finds out about your origins, our cover’s blown.”

“Keep calm,” came the reply, a voice deep and unreadable, “She’s just a girl. If she steps out of line, we’ll take care of her.”

“Indeed.” Thea’s eyes narrowed, “This ticking time bomb needs to be watched closely. We can’t let her ruin our plans.”

Driving towards the airport, Whitney couldn’t help but marvel at the secrets hidden within the Lippert family. It was like a chess game spanning over two decades, with Jason, a powerful commander, unknowingly raising a ‘son’ that wasn’t his, and his wife’s lover lurking close by…

Who was that middle-aged man, really?

Raising Jarvis within the Lippert family, were they aiming to take over everything?

And Ludwik… he was in a world of danger.

But first, Whitney had to worry about herself, feeling like she was now a target for Thea.

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“Bryce.”