Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 126

Ever since Finnian walked into the room, Elysia had been acting as cold as a winter morning.

When she heard his question, her eyes widened in utter disbelief. The whole situation just seemed utterly ridiculous!

She was about to retort, "You've already got Liliana, how can you even ask such a thing?" but she bit her tongue and held back.

Elysia had no idea why Finnian would ask something like that, and frankly, she didn't care to answer him properly.

Her expression turned icy once again as she said, "No comment," before turning on her heel and heading into the kitchen without so much as a backward glance.

As the kitchen door swung shut, Finnian's face fell.

Dorian, who had been quietly observing the exchange, walked over and murmured, "Finn, why'd you ask something like that? Has Amara been seeing someone else these past three years?"

His tone was tinged with surprise. With Amara's looks, he couldn't imagine her finding someone else easily. But he thought better of voicing that thought aloud.

face, Amara could still look quite striking with a mask on. And her background, well, it was certainly more privileged than

to find someone, she probably could, he admitted, frowning

much, just a random question," Finnian said, not bothering to

the stove. He frowned and said, "What was that attitude with

temper flare up again at his

rude to your friend? That jerk's been awful to Ama, and not chewing him

get in

exactly known for his patience, and his

up in a full-blown argument right there in the kitchen. It ended with Elysia smashing a plate and knocking over a shelf,

anymore, Elysia grabbed her keys from the living room

Will. "I need you to dig into Amara's social circle

"Investigate Mrs. Everly?"

to make sure he'd

had been

iel

these last three years, either writing scripts at home or working with her usual crew. She even made it a point to bring Finnian lunch at the Everly Group regularly. Her routine

at the city lights, Finnian couldn't tell if it was Will's question or the brisk night breeze that snapped him back to

he muttered.