Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 985

After years of drifting and scheming, she thought she could leverage this piece of information to her advantage.

"The most precious thing to you has been snatched away by Florence! Ha, ha, ha..."

Elaine laughed mockingly, squinting her sinister eyes, "Do you even have a clue where Florence is? She's played a masterstroke, and in the end, you're not just risking losing Ludwik, but you'll be stripped of everything. Oh, the irony."

"…What do you mean?" Her attempt to seem indifferent, as if about to divulge some crucial secret, left Whitney grappling for clues.

Yet, Whitney sensed Elaine's expression wasn't mere bluff.

Frowning, Whitney pondered, Florence stole something from her?

Elaine mentioned it was her most prized possession?

What could it be?

Her breath heavy, her hand shot out, gripping Elaine's throat, her patience worn thin, "What are you trying to say? What do you know about Florence?

Are you bluffing or is there truth to your words? Spit it out, or I swear I'll end you here and now!"

"Oh, go ahead, try me! Ashton won’t let you off the hook!

Ha, if you had the guts, you would've dealt with me personally last night.

Too high and mighty to get your hands dirty, huh? Thought you’d have me kidnapped, limbs broken, and dumped in Savanterra, huh? Thought I’d die without a trace there, and you could wash your hands clean of it.

Why would I let you and Parker strangle me without a fight!

I stabbed myself to bet on a chance, preferring to die here rather than be cast away to Savanterra, never to return!

Now, Ashton will cherish me even more, riddled with guilt. Whatever’s going on between him and me is none of your business. Count your days, you’ll soon be in over your head. Go back to your Emperor City!"

Whitney's face faltered, what was she on about?

"What did Florence take from me?" she demanded, her grip tightening, her gaze turning icy.

Elaine’s face turned a shade of deep purple under her grasp, yet she smirked, sealing her lips, "Let go, spare my life, and maybe, when I'm in the mood, I'll tell you.

Whitney, you've been had, and Florence is far from done!"

Elaine's hissing laugh, venomous as a snake's, sent chills down Whitney's spine.

She had no clue what Florence had done?

Wasn’t Florence supposed to have vanished after Bryce’s debacle?

If Florence had something incriminating, she wouldn’t just flee.

It made no logical sense. What had she been deceived about?

In that moment… Whitney’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion, when suddenly, Ludwik crossed her mind.

Ludwik’s mysterious 'business trip' to Eurovoria… could it be connected to Florence’s escape?

Her gaze shifted, fraught with suspicion. Her grip on Elaine’s neck weakened amidst her turmoil.

Ding-a-ling—!

Suddenly, her phone rang inside her purse. Whitney was reluctant to answer, but a quick glance revealed it was Sammy calling!

Whitney quickly let go of Elaine.