Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 81

Lucian always saw Amara as a true savior. So, whenever he saw Liliana and Finnian giving her a hard time, he couldn't help but feel a surge of indignation rising within him.

He glared at Liliana, his words as sharp as a knife. "Is that your husband? No, that's someone else's. You know it pretty well, yet you still call him yours. How shameless can you be?"

Liliana froze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She'd never been insulted like this before. She lifted her eyes, almost on the brink of tears. "Finn."

"Take back what you just said."

Finnian's gaze was grim, but his presence exuded an undeniable aura of grace and authority, one that could easily overshadow Lucian's.

But Lucian, having grown up on the rough streets and involved in countless brawls, wasn't fazed by mere presence. He locked eyes with Finnian, unyielding, like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey.

"Take it back? Did I say anything wrong?" he retorted with a sardonic edge.

Finnian's expression grew even colder. "Right or wrong, you have no right to say it."

what if I did say it?" Lucian clenched his jaw. "Are you going to

a man who'd fought his way up from the bottom with his fists, and he lived by a straightforward code. Unlike others who

darker, his menacing aura nothing but dread, and Liliana clung to him like a delicate vine seeking shelter, the two of them seemingly

fists gradually tightening. Amara watched the scene unfold, her lips drain

Finnian was always fiercely

been mocking Finnian, he might have brushed it off. But

eln

something Finnian couldn't tolerate.

Lucian was only standing up for her, which made it hard for Amara to just stand by, even if she didn't

his arm and said in a lowered voice, "Don't do this, okay? Let's just go." Finnian

as she tugged on his sleeve, her lifted eyes searching his.

fixed on Amara's profile, was frigid, some

her lip, sensing

off with Finnian

a finger on

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