Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 62

Finnian's charm wasn't just about his tall, commanding presence or his innate air of sophistication. It was his perfectly sculpted features that really caught the eye.

Even if he wasn't in a position of power, Finnian's striking looks could make waves anywhere. Elowen had never seen anyone quite so handsome, and she was immediately captivated.

"You just arrived. Have a cup of coffee with us," she offered, her voice suddenly softer.

Elowen went to pour a cup, but instead of handing it to Finnian, she daringly brought it to his lips right in front of Amara.

Amara's expression soured, and Finnian's face darkened as he took the cup himself. "I can manage on my own," he said.

He didn't even spare Elowen a glance, placing the untouched cup on the nearby side table. Yet, Elowen's eyes never left his face.

While Elowen might not have the makings of a star, she was definitely the cutest in her circle, especially with the stark contrast of the "grotesque" Amara beside her. She was confident in her appeal.

initial coldness didn't deter Elowen; instead, a self-assured smile tugged

a robust build and wore a crisp blue suit. His demeanor was serious and

a wave of resentment washing over her. She masked her feelings well,

nodded approvingly before leading the way into the dining

Sullivan Group, a

elite circles of Wye. They were a couple of rungs below the Everly family, so even

marriage for

Amara

weren't exactly a

made in heaven.

that this high-profile son-in-law offered little benefit to their business.

for her social finesse, led the group to their seats in the spacious

on Finnian's plate

her smile. A warm, inexplicable feeling surfaced within him, prompting him to return the gesture, and he even cracked open a crab for

this exchange and nodded