Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 903

She was staying at a hotel not too far from Inko.

The hotel was designed in a medieval European style typical of Eurovoria, not very tall, leaving her neck aching and her expression somber.

It had been a week since she'd smuggled herself into Germinia.

But progress was slim.

All she knew was the woman's name, Miss Tennyson, whose age and appearance confirmed she was Whitney's biological mother. However, Florence couldn't get close to her.

Inko's security was tight, barring entry to anyone not employed there. Florence could only watch as a sleek black Lincoln ferried the woman to and from work.

It seemed she led a life of routine, moving between two points. Florence had tried to follow her, hoping to discover where she lived.

The result only frustrated her further.

The woman was exceedingly wealthy, living in a manor in the north, its grounds under surveillance miles out. Florence couldn't set foot on her property.

The woman appeared unmarried, without children in this place, always alone. Her solitary silhouette and the cold, unapproachable profile she presented made Florence both wary and intimidated.

This task was far from the simple act of recognition Bryce had painted it to be.

Scratching her head in vexation, she didn't know how to win the woman's trust.

Moreover, being a stranger here and heavily pregnant, Florence regretted accepting this task.

Now, with Whitney having reshuffled the deck back in Emperor City for the Sheldon family, she had nowhere else to turn.

This woman, seemingly amnesiac about her past life, was Florence's last chance at redemption!

She gritted her teeth in frustration, directing a punch at her belly, "Move, why do you move, Whitney's wretched spawn? If not for your utility, I'd end you right here."

The maid accompanying her gasped in shock at Ms. Sheldon's harsh side profile, feeling sorry for the unborn child, innocent and yet to be born into the Sheldon lineage.

"Go, fetch me some ice water!" Florence snapped, annoyed at the maid's sympathetic look.

The maid took a few steps before the smartphone on the carved cabinet rang.

"Ms. Sheldon, your call, it's Mr. Lutz."

Bryce?

Florence's expression soured further, her grievances ready to spill.

"Hello, Mr. Lutz…" Despite her anger, she greeted him with a feigned sweetness.

Bryce's voice was tense, "You've been in Germinia for a week, any progress? Didn't you meet that woman?"

"I did," Florence cooled, "But she's the Inko Group's chairwoman, high-ranking, with the company heavily guarded. Her residence is a lavish estate miles devoid of neighbors. How am I supposed to approach her and claim kinship?"

"Are you that ineffectual?" Bryce was impatient with her complaints, his voice laden with anger, "Florence, where's that cunning of yours? I've placed you so close to her, and you can't think of anything?"

"Bryce, I am thinking! But this woman lives alone, no husband, no children, only a male assistant like some secret agent. Do you think she'll just believe I'm her daughter if I approach her out of the blue?

I'm not marching to my death!

If I can't succeed in one go, I'm as good as dead.

You're safe back home, losing nothing more than a pawn if I die here!"

Realizing her volatility, Bryce had to suppress his anger, softening his tone, "Florence, you're my treasure, my last chance at a comeback. I can't push you towards death.

But you need to hurry. Ludwik has already landed in Eurovoria tonight.

He's coming for you!"

The revelation drained the color from Florence's face.

Bryce inhaled sharply, his tone darkening, "How did that bastard get the information so fast? He'll trace the flight you took from Frankeston and the fake passport you used.