Love beyond the mask (Whitney)

Chapter 158

As Whitney’s consciousness slowly faded, she suddenly understood why Keegan had thrown away her

acupuncture kit–It was her only form of defense.

Without the antidote, her eyes fluttered as the surroundings spun around her, and she soon lost all

ability to

move

Keegan’s voice was icy as he commanded, “DrivelTM

The assistant whipped the car around, and Whitney, her head swimming, realized they were not

heading to the cemetery as planned.

Panic surged within her.

What was Keegan plotting?

After a disorienting two–hour drive, they pulled up to a secluded suburban mansion. Whitney was

hauled inside and unceremoniously dumped onto a chair. Her uncle followed, wheeling himself in.

Surveying the room, which resembled a home office, Whitney’s gaze landed on a sinister figure by the

window. He turned, and Keegan announced, “Boss, I’ve brought Whitney.”

Boss? Whitney’s brows knitted together. Who was this man?

The man smirked at her curiosity. “You’re wondering who I am? You’ll find out soon enough, Ms.

Valentine. But first, you have to do something for me.”

Fear tightened Whitney’s chest as she looked at the sealed door. She rushed to her uncle, her voice

laced with desperation as she said, “This man doesn’t seem trustworthy, Uncle. Let’s leave. We

shouldn’t be part of whatever he’s planning.”

“Whitney, you need to behave,” Keegan warned, a hint of regret in his voice. “I’d rather not use the

methods we did in the car again, especially now that you’re with child.”

Betrayal twisted in her gut. This was not about paying respects to her mother or grandfather.

When had her uncle become this person?

Keegan’s eyes flashed with fervor. “The final step in my revenge is today, Whitney, and you’re the

key.”

Whitney shook her head, her voice trembling. “Uncle, enough with revenge. You might have gotten the

wrong

man!” NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Fumbling through her bag, she pulled out the contact book and turned to a crucial page. “Last night, I

found that besides Ludwik, in the companies Grandpa once worked with, there was a Bartels family, a

medical dynasty from Emperor City.”

Her gaze was steely. “Perhaps the Bartels family had a vendetta against Grandpa, not Ludwik. Maybe

Ludwik was just a scapegoat. I’ve known him for five months. I don’t believe he is capable of the vile

acts you accuse him of, Maybe there’s some kind of a misunderstanding”

“Misunderstanding?” Keegan became vivid, tossing the contact book aside. “You’re defending him

again! How can you doubt your uncle? I can’t say I’m sure about much, but that mask penetrating your

grandfather’s heart is the most solid evidence there is!”

“But that mask is too suspicious. You said you weren’t involved in Grandpa’s business back then, right?

You don’t know the details. Maybe it was the Bartels family that held a grudge against Grandpal”

“You’re defending him based on intuition?” Keegan snarled.

But Whitney stood her ground. “I’m certain he’s not the type of person to kill for money.”

Keegan’s eyes turned icy. “You’re blind, Whitney. I’m disappointed. If you won’t see reason, then I have

no need to show you compassion.”

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With a swift signal, two assistants restrained Whitney, binding her to the chair. They positioned her in

front of the desk where Keegan dumped out her bag, searching for a particular item- the embossed

black card Ludwik had given her

Seeing this, anxiety started to crawl into Whitney’s heart, Uncle, what are you planning?”

As the young man took the card from Keegan, a wicked grin spread across his face.

“Bass, is everything ready?” Keegan asked.

The man checked his watch lazily. “Eleven o’clock, perfect timing for the news.”

He made a call. “Let him jump.”

Let who jump? Whitney’s heart raced, suspecting this was related to United Realty Corporation.

Her fists clenched, she reached for her phone, but Keegan had already turned it off, his frosty gaze

fixed on her “Uncle” She cried out, her voice tinged with fear,

The news that an investor of the United Realty Corporation’s five–star hotel project had attempted

suicide by jumping from a building spread like wildfire. Critically injured, his fate was uncertain.

Ludwik awoke to Felix’s call, realizing he had slept unusually heavily. Descending the stairs, he listened

to Felix explain the urgent situation. Whitney was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Whitney?” He demanded of Taryn.

Natalie stepped forward. “She left early in the morning to visit her uncle.”

Ludwik’s worry eased a fraction. She was wearing his ring, professing her love. She would not leave

him; it could not have been a dream.

Dressed sharply, he stepped into his car, the concern returning as Felix’s anxious voice filled the

space. “The man who jumped claims you refused to pay the agreed compensation. Now, nineteen

other investing companies are in turmoil, fearing you’ll also withhold their dues!”

Ludwik’s eyes were cold slits. “Someone set a trap. Find out who bought that man’s loyalty.”

“Did he survive the fall?” After a pause, he asked, his voice devoid of warmth.

“He jumped from the fourth floor and is critically injured, but the panic he’s caused is the real issue.

They’re all outside United Realty, demanding answers!”

Ludwik remained silent, unaffected by the disaster. However, the situation was far worse than he had

anticipated

Stepping out of the car, he was immediately swarmed by journalists and protesters. They were

clamoring for justice, compensation, and answers, accusing him of valuing profits over lives. And amid

the chaos, all Ludwik could think of was Whitney, hoping she was safe from the storm he was about to

confront.

Felix and his team of bodyguards were on high alert as Ludwik, his body feeling as cold as ice, strode

into the corporate headquarters. He commanded the executives with steely resolve, “Bring in the CEOs

of the 19 companies. I will hold a meeting to shut them up and tally the total penalties.”

Felix reported, “The total comes to 120 billion dollars.”

For Ludwik, it was not an unimaginably large sum, but to come up with that kind of cash on the spot

might be a challenge.

Ludwik’s expression remained impassive, as unshakable as a mountain. “Begin liquidating the assets

of Imperial Gem. We need to free up as much cash as possible.”

Whitney was tied to a chair, facing a wall where a television flickered to life at Keegan’s touch. On the

news, the pale outline of Ludwik flashed before her eyes.

She looked incredulously at her uncle, realizing it was all a setup–the fall of the investor was

orchestrated!

Her uncle and this young man were setting Ludwik up.

The compensation payments should have been manageable, and United Realty Corporation would not

have been under such stress. But now, one orchestrated fall, and Ludwik was in hot water.

Other investors were causing trouble, the press was on his back, and he had to come up with billions

in a flash. Whitney’s heart ached as she saw Ludwik’s fever still had not broken.

Suddenly, her uncle approached her.

Keegan’s eyes were alight with a twisted excitement, a mix of hatred and greed swirling within. He was

holding

a contract.

Whitney scrutinized it, recognizing the overseas partnership with United Realty Corporation that her

uncle had forced her to stamp.

Just then, the young man escorted in a blond, blue–eyed man dressed in a banker’s suit.

“Is this the bank president?” Keegan asked the young man.

The charming man nodded, casting a sly glance at Whitney, and picked up her black credit card from

the table, saying, “Your uncle says your card could bankrupt Ludwik?”

Whitney shuddered violently,

She turned to her uncle instantly.

Keegan advanced towards her, forcibly freeing her hand from the ropes.

“Uncle, what are you doing?” She asked, still in disbelief