Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1189
She caught the man's lazy, cold smirk just as he shook his head. "Wasn't me this time. But I did plan on it-thought I'd wait until
after Florence's trial to make my move."
"So... who killed her then?" Whitney's hands clenched, anxiety creeping in.
Ludwik's sharp eyes cut right through her. He let out a low, dark chuckle and shot back, "Who do you think it was?"
Bryce had fled, but Florence knew everything about his crimes.
Once the court started questioning her...
"But Bryce had a broken leg when he escaped the country-could he really pull something like this off?" Whitney's skepticism was
clear.
Ludwik massaged his brow, frowning. "Wouldn't rule out the possibility. He could've arranged for her to be silenced as soon as
she was sentenced... Anyway, let's go take a look at Florence's body. The truth will come out soon enough."

Whitney nodded. She agreed. No matter what, Florence's sudden death in jail was a big deal. Whoever was behind it, she
needed to see that body herself.
"At the funeral home, right? I'll head there now." Whitney set down the thermos she'd brought, then glanced at the man stuck in
the hospital bed. "Ludwik, are you coming?"
Felix, always quick, stepped forward before Ludwik could answer. "Ms. Valentine, Mr. Lippert's in no shape to go anywhere. Even
if he'd spot something we might miss, his health comes first."
Whitney nodded-she'd been thinking the same.
Ludwik's large hand twitched as he waved her off. "Whitney, you go check things out. Take Felix, and if needed, Shane too. I
don't want anything happening to you."
"Alright. Wait here for my call."
She added, "Want me to send a nurse in to get you some soup or something?"

Ludwik half-closed his eyes, giving her a sly look. "So you do care if I starve in here. I thought I'd be left to die-Parker hasn't even
brought me a sandwich! Makes you wonder how he ever looks after Tiana. Your bestie's happiness is on thin ice." Cóntent

Whitney shot him an annoyed glare. "Complain about Parker all you want, but leave Tiana out of it."
Was he hinting that she should care more about him? Whitney couldn't help but feel he was teasing her about being cold.
“Oh please, all you can have right now is soup. I'm not running a five-star service here-if you want VIP treatment, there's a whole
squad of nurses out there for you to pick from."
He grinned shamelessly. "Nah, I pick you. Only want you taking care of me." Whitney bit her lip, refusing to meet the heat in his
eyes. Fumbling for her bag, she hurried out.
Felix stifled a laugh, then called Shane and followed after Whitney.
By two in the afternoon, Whitney arrived at the funeral home.
As she stepped into the morgue, loud, broken sobs echoed through the cold room. "Florence! Florence! No, it can't be my baby
can't just be gone like this..."
Whitney glanced at the stark, white room. The corpse lay under a sheet on the table; while Holly clung to the side, weeping
uncontrollably. Others had gathered: Emma, Jared Sheldon, Hugh Sheldon, Sienna-they were all there.
де
Emma was crying, too. "Florence might've made mistakes, but she didn't deserve this! Officer, you have to tell us who did this-
find out who's behind it..."
"A murder in prison is a serious matter, and we'll get to the bottom of it," the cop replied, then noticed Whitney. "Ms. Valentine,
you're here?"