Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 131

After changing into her outfit, Liliana headed off to the shooting set. Once she wrapped up her only scene for the day, she hailed a cab and made her way to the Everly Group building.

On reaching the top floor, she bypassed the president's office and went straight to Will's. She knocked on the door.

"Ms. Porter, what can I do for you?" Will asked respectfully after ushering Liliana inside.

With a pleasant smile, Liliana got straight to the point. "Has Mr. Everly been investigating Amara lately? Does she have an affair?"

Will was taken aback, instinctively replying, "No way, Mrs. Everly would never do such a thing."

For the past three years, Will had been the one closest to Amara within the Everly family. Whenever Amara brought meals over, she'd hand them directly to Will, often speaking softly to him and sometimes even bringing an extra helping just for him. This had left Will with a rather rosy view of Amara, so any insinuation against her prompted a knee-jerk defense.

Hearing Will call Amara "Mrs. Everly" made Liliana bristle inside, though she kept her face composed. "Did Mr. Everly mention anything about this?" she pressed.

him to look into his wife but then abruptly changed his mind. Despite his own suspicions, he couldn't share them with Liliana and simply shook his head, replying, "I honestly don't know,

in

stopping on a document lying on the table—a divorce agreement

eyes widening in disbelief. They were divorcing, and Finnian was giving Amara

of good luck charm, and three years ago, she had already received a compensation package. Now they were divorcing, why would Finnian give

nor had she suffered any loss. On what grounds did she deserve this? Liliana's fingers clenched tight, crumpling the paper with

Porter, is there something about the agreement that concerns you?" Will asked cautiously, noticing Liliana's tight hold

a smile, and she responded, "Oh, I just got

dropped by to ask a few questions. Don't worry about it, and there's no need to mention my visit to Mr. Everly.

more soft instructions, trusting his sharpness and discretion, and

to her parents' house for dinner. As the meal was

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