Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 50

"Look! The CEO of Imperial Gem Corporation has just arrived!"

"Why is Mr. Lippert here? That man is so stunning. He's giving me a heart attack!"

"Imperial Gem Corporation is the jury for the jewelry competition. Does Mr. Lippert need a reason to attend his own award ceremony?"

"Royalty has graced us with his presence, and everything shines brighter!"

Amid the cacophony of screams, Whitney snapped back to reality as Tiana pulled her briskly into the center of the hall, exclaiming, "OMG, my idol! Whitney, could it be your nemesis might actually show up to back you?"

Whitney blinked away the dazzle from the man's aura and gave Tiana a wry look. "How could that be?"

Tiana grimaced. "Yeah, right. He didn't even show up for the prelims. Why the sudden appearance at the awards?"

Whitney was just as puzzled, her gaze fixed on the man on the stage in a sharp black suit, standing tall and striking.

He adjusted his tie with an air of elegance, taking his seat under the spotlight. His angular face, straight nose, and thin lips gave him a deeply chiseled look that was breathtaking no matter how many times one looked.

Suddenly, his gaze cut through the crowd and landed a piercing intensity on Whitney.

Whitney paused. Had she seen it wrong?

He looked away, picking up his phone and furrowing his brow as he typed something out.

Whitney’s thoughts were hazy when a staff member suddenly brought over two chairs and placed them in the middle of the audience, gesturing for them to sit.

Tiana was speechless.

"Whitney, who's showing you such kindness? Giving a seat front and center to someone on the verge of being fired?"

Whitney was just as confused. "Must be a mistake."

Again, she felt that commanding gaze upon her. Looking up, it was gone.

Basking in the limelight and oblivious to the small commotion, Monica was busy accepting congratulations from all around.

Then the host announced, "And now Mr. Lippert will announce the competition winners."

The room fell silent. Monica's heart raced as the handsome and prestigious man on the stage made her forget the good looks of Simon beside her. Her girlish heart fluttered uncontrollably.

"Monica, to have the grand Mr. Lippert present you with the first prize, I'm so envious, and to have the perfect fiancé!"

"Phebe, you're so lucky to be marrying off to a genius designer daughter-in-law."

Phebe, always one for good appearances, beamed with pride.

Monica, smug as ever, cooed, "Phebe, when I go up to receive my award, I'd like to invite you to join me!"

What an honor it was, and Phebe readily agreed.

Monica could not wait to stand up and walk towards the stage. She shot an evil smile at Whitney on her way.

However, Mr. Lippert did not start the award presentation.

Monica was almost at the stage when she began to feel awkward.

That was when the deep, powerful voice of the man echoed, "Where's Whitney? Raise your hand."

Monica was stunned!

Her nemesis's magnetic voice calling her name made Whitney freeze, too.

She slowly raised her hand in a daze.

"Hmm," the man uttered curtly, expressionless.

What did that mean?

She was supposed to shine, to be the first-place winner.

But a cold sweat broke out as she stared at the incontrovertible evidence on the screen. Her feet tangled in her gown, and she fell to the floor as if dropped into a pit of ice.

The journalists finally snapped out of their shock.

The room exploded!

"Mr. Lippert, is this all true? Monica bribed you, stole Whitney's work, and then rigged the competition with Aaron's help, only to frame Whitney as the plagiarizer?!"

The reporters' translation made even the slowest audience members catch on.

They gasped, exclaimed, and looked at Monica with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Monica's fall to the ground was a pitiful reflection of her guilty conscience!

"No, I didn't—I didn't plagiarize Whitney." Monica scrambled to her feet, desperately trying to salvage her composure.

The reporters swarmed around her, "But Mr. Lippert himself presented the evidence! Monica, how do you explain this?"

Monica looked over at Ludwik, not daring to utter a single word of denial.

If she crossed him again, Skye Gem would be doomed!

Seeing her silence, the reporters pressed on, "So Monica, you plagiarized with intent. Why would you steal from Whitney? Aren't you a genius designer?"

"Why even ask? Good heavens, we've all been fooled by her innocent facade! Maybe she's been riding Whitney's coattails all along?" Speculated a member of the audience.

The reporters dashed towards Whitney, "Miss Whitney, have you been wronged?"

Tiana squeezed Whitney's hand tightly, her eyes brimming with tears. This was their moment! Whitney composed herself, casting a cool glance at Monica, "The vintage piece is original, and I have the honor of having their authenticity confirmed by the CEO of Imperial Gem Corporation. I have been wronged and I have never plagiarized. On the contrary, the person who accused me of plagiarism has been plagiarizing me!”