Love Beyond the Mask

Chapter 151

Bryce’s expression tightened, a shift flickering in his eyes.

Whitney shook her head, signaling there was more to be done. She continued to apply pressure to

more points on his head while Bryce stood guard by the door.

It was not until 3 a.m. that Braxton miraculously regained consciousness!

The monitor beeped, rousing the Tarringtons, who had been dozing off in the waiting area. Braxton’s

son immediately called for the doctor.

Seizing the moment, Bryce stepped out with Whitney as a flurry of doctors rushed into the room,

astonished. “Braxton, you’re awake?”

A doctor quickly examined Braxton and found that the internal bleeding had stopped on its own,

meaning Braxton could undergo surgery, offering a glimmer of hope!

In a corner of the corridor, Bryce’s phone rang incessantly. He looked at Whitney in disbelief. “You

really did it?”

Whitney just shook her head, her expression still tense. “Braxton’s going into surgery soon. I’m worried

about complications; I need to stay here.”

Bryce asked, “I need to attend to something urgent. Can you handle things on your own?”

Whitney tightened her mask and nodded silently.

Leaving Bryce behind, she stood vigil in the hallway, her focus unwavering on Braxton’s condition.

Three hours later, Braxton’s brain surgery concluded. The doors swung open, and a doctor emerged to

congratulate the Tarrington family. “The surgery went smoothly; Braxton is out of danger!”

At that moment, Whitney’s cold sweat dripped down, and her heart, which had been in her throat,

finally settled back into place.

Breathing deeply, her rapid heartbeat brought a moist glint to her eyes.

Ludwik was safe.

Clutching her phone, she looked up the distance between the private hospital and South City Police

Station, ready to head to the precinct.

Suddenly, Bryce called, his tone strained, “Whitney, there’s a situation here, and I need you to come

over. I think I’ve been set up. Bring your acupuncture kit.”

“Mr. Lutz, what’s wrong? Where are you?” Whitney’s grip tightened on her phone, alarmed by the

urgency in his

voice.

Having just been helped greatly by Bryce, she could not abandon him now.

Frowning, she hailed a cab.

At the hotel.

Whitney rushed from the taxi to Bryce’s room. As she entered, she saw his tall figure slumped against

a desk. His usually composed face was flushed abnormally, his gaze hazy. Trying to muster his energy,

he grunted, “I was at a socializing event here, and someone from a rival company spiked my drink. I’m

feeling off. We can’t let this get out. Help me get out of here.”

Whitney realized he had been set up because of his assistant’s absence. The business world was

ruthless. People would use any means necessary to reach their goals.

She quickly helped him to his feet and headed for the door.

Suddenly, someone outside slammed and locked the door!

Whitney was startled and rushed to try the handle while Bryce joined in, kicking at the door. But their

combined strength could not budge it.

Bryce’s face darkened as he quickly assessed the situation, looking at her regretfully. “Damn, I

shouldn’t have involved you. I wanted your acupuncture to help me, but I didn’t anticipate their next

move. They’re trying to catch me in a trap!”

Whitney, too, was anxious; she was in a hurry to find Ludwik at the station, and now they were trapped.

Bryce made a few more calls; his team in Banyan City was three hours away.

His temperature rose rapidly, his gaze on Whitney growing intense.

“Mr. Lutz, stop moving. I’ll get the needles ready,” Whitney said urgently, dragging him toward the

bathroom. “You look bad; I’m not sure if acupuncture can take effect quickly enough.”

Suddenly, he pulled her wrist, and Whitney realized her mistake in touching him.

Bryce’s large frame pinned her against the bathroom wall as he lunged, desperate with discomfort.

“Whitney, I’m burning up, I… Get away! Stop with the needles.”

Startled, Whitney tried to escape.

But, out of control, Bryce did not let her go; instead, he knocked her into the bathtub.

The cold splash shocked Whitney into stillness as her needle kit fell into the water, scattering the silver

needles. While she struggled, she tried to gather them.

Bryce pressed her against the tub’s edge, his touch feverish, his breath scorching as he whispered,

“Whitney, I like you. I’m sorry, I…”

“Mr. Lutz! Snap out of it. This is not right!” Whitney cried, tears welling, prying her mouth free as his lips

moved down her neck. She was pushed underwater, desperately reaching for a needle and finally

jabbing it into his neck.

Bryce flinched, but his strength was overpowering, and he continued his advances.

Exhausted, Whitney slammed his head against the tub, quickly found another needle, and applied it,

turning his face pale.

Finally, Bryce stilled, his hand still tearing at her collar.

Whitney, pale and trembling from the cold soak, quickly composed herself, fixing her collar and easing

his heavy body into the tub.

Bryce remained unconscious until morning. Whitney dared not remove the needles, fearing he would

lose control again.

It was not until after 7 a.m. that Bryce’s team arrived. Whitney allowed him to regain consciousness.

As the drug’s effects waned, Bryce’s face regained color, and he turned apologetic. “Don’t worry, I’ll

make sure the footage is destroyed. It won’t affect you. Thank you for saving me last night, Whitney.”

“It’s what I had to do, Mr. Lutz. You’ve done so much for me.”

Whitney breathed a sigh of relief when he said that, fearing that some incriminating footage might make

its way to Ludwik and spell disaster.

Her brows knitted tightly. She hurried toward the exit. “Mr. Lutz, I’m in a bit of a rush, so I’ll have to take

off.”

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Bryce caught up to her, noticing her pallid, anxious face, and felt a twinge of sympathy. “You’re hurrying

off to the police station, aren’t you? Do you realize who he is? It’s not so easy for him to get into

trouble, you know. The Tarringtons hold their breath around him, too.”

“I’m aware he’s Ludwik,” Whitney admitted with a slow, bitter smile, much to his astonishment. “But

even he can’t afford to gamble like this.”

Especially since this whole mess began with her uncle, who was out to get Ludwik. This time, her uncle

probably wanted to cause trouble for his company and put lives at risk!

Whitney could not shake the guilt; she had to do everything in her power to stem this tidal wave of

chaos. Right now, she did not even know the status of that hotel project. Her furrowed brow showed no

sign of easing. With a heart full of bitterness, she mustered her weary body and dashed toward the

police station.