Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 556

Whitney felt her world crumble!

Facing Florence's madness, it was a gamble Whitney couldn't afford.

What she wanted wasn't just to see Florence behind bars; it was her Sammy, safe and sound!

Her child was what mattered most! So, she had always treaded carefully, not daring to burn bridges with Florence.

Poor Sammy had already suffered once.

Whitney wouldn't let him face danger or pain again.

Moreover, Florence's terms weren't impossible for her to meet.

It was indeed a way to escape Ludwik's grip.

Their entanglement should have ended long ago, no matter the means, no matter how messy it would get.

She had no other choice.

She hysterically lifted her head, "So, if I marry Bryce, that's it?"

"Yes, marry Bryce, and I won't touch Sammy. You'll get your son back, start a new life far away with both your kids. Isn't that a fair deal?"

Florence sat there, her gaze cold and piercing.

Whitney nodded, emotionless, "I agree."

Florence, smug and triumphant, hadn't finished, "Sis, our meeting today, and this conversation, Ludwik can't know a word. It's our secret, for Sammy's safety. Keep your mouth shut! And remember, it's you who wanted to marry Bryce, you're done with Ludwik, got it?"

Whitney sneered, standing up, "Just make sure to send me regular pictures of Sammy. If he gets even a scratch, you get nothing."

"The thought of you, taking your son and leaving Emperor City forever, away from Ludwik, I can bear with him for that," Florence chuckled maliciously.

Dreaming of driving Whitney out, burying the truth about their father's shooting, and taking over the Sheldon Group with Hugh, living a life of luxury as the successors?

In her dreams!

Whitney's eyes narrowed, she lunged, grabbing a lock of Florence's hair.

The bodyguard, caught off guard, yelped as Florence screamed. By the time the bodyguard reacted, Whitney had already snatched a strand of Florence's hair and tucked it into her pocket before walking away.

Florence, puzzled by Whitney's aggression, watched her leave, narrowing her eyes, "Stop her! Search her!"

"We're done here. I've agreed to your terms. What more do you want?" Whitney, clutching the doorknob.

"You attacked me out of nowhere. Who knows if it was just an outburst or something else? You're recording this, aren't you?"

Caught off guard, Whitney's expression darkened, not expecting Florence to notice.

With a sneer, Florence added, "Knowing you, Whitney, too compliant during the search. You're not one to leave empty-handed. Hiding it somewhere more secretive, huh? But let me tell you, if you want Sammy back safely, better play by the rules. Or, with my methods, a child so young could be left with lifelong scars, not on his body, but in his heart. Hand over the recorder, don't let your son suffer."

Whitney clenched her teeth, her face void of warmth, her eyes fiercely narrowed.

Sammy was her life, now in Florence's grasp. She couldn't risk it.

When it came to her child, she was at Florence's mercy.

Turning around, she slowly pulled out the recorder from beneath her collar and threw it on the table.

After Florence inspected it, confirming it wasn't live-streaming, she signaled the bodyguard to back off.

Whitney left, feeling utterly drained.

As the evening darkened, the employees of Skye Gem Ltd. began to leave.

The neon lights outside slowly lit up, illuminating Emperor City in a dazzling brilliance.

But Whitney's eyes remained empty, filled with darkness.

Her phone was a relentless symphony of notifications.

Ludwik was hitting a digital wall; Tiana had blocked him on her phone.

The caller was Parker.

Whitney stared blankly as the ringtone played its tune before fading into silence.

With all the strength she could muster, she slid her phone open, leaning heavily against the wall as she scrolled to Bryce’s contact. She hesitated for what felt like an eternity before finally making the call.

Bryce picked up almost immediately, his voice a mix of laughter and concern, “Whitney. Are you alright?

I heard some news today about Florence... rumors are flying that she’s expecting, and the kid... well,

If you’re feeling down, why don’t we catch up and talk it over?”

For a moment, Whitney found herself at a loss for words, unsure of what to say next.

She tried to gather her thoughts, realizing her mind was a jumble of emotions tightly wound together. Her tone was eerily calm as she spoke, “Bryce.

I’m sorry for calling out of the blue.

I... would you be with me? If it’s not too much to ask, let’s get married.”

There was a pause on the line as if Bryce’s breath had been stolen away, followed by an ecstatic rush of words, “Whitney, what? Are you serious? This isn’t a dream, is it!”