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Chapter_29

Whitney stood frozen, confused by his odd reaction to the song.

It was a melody she had composed long ago.

The man squinted, his deep-set eyes narrowing as the memory surfaced. He remembered a girl who had once saved him. To calm his hysterical fits, she had gently hummed this very lullaby while performing acupuncture on him. The tune had always brought a sense of peace.

“Are you trained in medicine?” he asked suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence.

Whitney frowned, caught off guard by the question. She had promised her mother to keep her knowledge of medicine a secret, for her own safety. Only Tiana knew about her abilities.

But why was he asking this?

“No,” Whitney denied instinctively, her voice firm.

The man’s eyes, previously filled with an unsettling depth, softened. His expression, previously filled with curiosity, grew cold again.

The conversation ended there.

“You should get some rest,” he said, his tone changing to one of authority. “Leave everything else to me.”

Whitney was left with a swirl of unanswered questions. Yet, she didn’t press further. She simply nodded and turned away to gather her thoughts, though the mystery of the man’s words weighed heavily on her.

In the study, the man removed his mask, revealing a face of striking beauty. But his expression was anything but gentle. It was cold, deadly, and filled with a silent rage.

He picked up the phone, dialing Nolan’s number. His voice was like ice as he spoke.

“Nolan, here’s your chance to make things right. I want you to take Whitney’s father and stepmother and beat them senseless. They dare harm my child without realizing who I am.”

Nolan was caught off guard. “What did I do wrong, Ludwik? Why are you asking me to do this?”

“She was meeting with Preston tonight. You misled me and made me misunderstand her. Now, go and do it!”

Ludwik’s anger was evident, and before Nolan could protest further, the man hung up, still seething.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Whitney lay on her side, unable to sleep. The bruises on her back were too painful, and the memories of the night’s events kept replaying in her mind.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was Tiana calling via video.

“Whitney, I heard you were attacked at the Imperial Garden Bar. What happened? Are you okay?” Tiana’s voice was filled with concern and worry.

Remembering the ordeal, Whitney instinctively placed her hand on her stomach as she began to recount the events.

Tiana’s anger was palpable. “Is Preston even human? He doesn’t deserve to be a father! Monica framed you with that false pregnancy scare, and you were just defending yourself. But he wanted to hurt you, to cause a miscarriage, all to get back at you for Monica’s sake!”

Whitney shivered, her thoughts swirling. “Yvonne was behind this. Monica wanted revenge. She released that video to cover up her own embarrassment after the miscarriage scandal. She did it to stop me from competing in the contest.”

“That’s outrageous! Just wait and see, Whitney! I’ll take care of this,” Tiana fumed.

Late that night, Preston and Yvonne were on their way home from a social event when the unthinkable happened. Several motorcycles suddenly appeared, blocking their car.

Before they could react, a group of young men jumped out, pulling the car doors open and yanking them out with force. They were roughly bagged and dragged into an alley, their faces filled with shock and confusion. The beating that followed was merciless.

Preston, dazed and struggling, shouted in disbelief, “Who the hell are you punks? Do you have a death wish? Do you know who I am? I’m Preston Valentine!”

But his protests were drowned out by the relentless assault. It was clear they were outmatched, and the beating continued, unforgiving and brutal.

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