Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 722

The man shot him a glance, his tone icy, "Right now, you're probably scheming about how to get rid of me, aren't you?

Who you gonna call for help? Jarvis and Wade?"

Bryce was taken aback. He actually knew. He was in cahoots with Jarvis and Wade.

Who was this guy...

A low, cold laugh escaped the man's lips, "Oh, and I know that your so-called love for Whitney is anything but simple.

Your feelings are riddled with countless calculations."

"In Banyan City, when you found out Whitney had two sons, you exploited Elaine's rage, aiming to get rid of her kids.

And today, your secret meeting with the chief was to have him cut off all leads to Tiana, because you're the one who killed her, right?"

Bryce's body trembled violently.

Who was this person?

How did he know so much?

Even Elaine herself didn't know about the plot against her children in Banyan City.

And the meeting today, how did he know about that?

"Don't touch Whitney, stay away. Otherwise, next time I come, you'll be a corpse. Feel free to try me..."

The man in the passenger seat finished speaking, his burly arm opening the car door.

A license plate-free car swerved by.

The gunman beside Bryce also quickly departed.

In seconds, both figures disappeared under the trees.

Bryce swallowed hard, then punched the car seat, his usually refined face now filled with cold fear, dammit.

When did Emperor City get someone like this?

Someone who knew his secrets in Banyan City?

And right near the police station, they were so brazen, clearly not fearing him going to the cops.

Panic weighed heavily on him.

"Mr. Lutz..." The driver, now shaking, turned around.

"Get my most trusted guys to dig up everything on this guy!" Bryce ordered with a venomous tone.

"Sure, Mr. Lutz. You heading home now?" asked the driver.

"Forget it, take me to Nightshade Club. Be careful."

Bryce thought of Whitney moving into the villa tonight and felt a surge of anger. He was very annoyed, he would have normally gone back, but now he was in no mood.

The warning from those two made him cautious.

After all, the other party knew too much.

He didn't dare to gamble, his plans in Emperor City had to be flawless.

But... it was so frustrating.

He had longed for Whitney's body for so long.

Arriving at Nightshade Club, Bryce sat alone in a private room, drowning his sorrows with a stiff drink.

Suddenly, the door burst open, but he ignored it until a delicate hand touched his neck.

"Get off!" He snapped, irritably glancing up, only to see Florence in a soft white dress, her face resembling Whitney's, lightly made up, looking pitiful yet charming standing behind him.

No matter how you looked at her, she had an air of fragile innocence about her.

Plus, her youth added to her untainted charm, making Bryce suddenly understand why Ludwik could never bring himself to be harsh with her, leading to several misunderstandings with Whitney.

He scoffed, "Florence? What a surprise. What do you want?"