Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 287

She had anticipated hearing something like this, and she looked at him coolly.

"How should I know? Why are you asking me? Go ask your precious Finnian."

"Amara, are you seriously trying to argue with me?" Hogan sneered, his expression icy. "Don't think just because Grandpa likes you, you can do whatever you please. The Everly family still listens to Finnian."

"Don't you think your logic is a bit off? If the Everly family listens to Finnian, then go talk to him. Why are you here with me?"

Hogan was caught up in her words, realizing he was getting nowhere with these verbal sparrings. He dropped the pretense and cut straight to the point: "I don't know how you've managed to charm Finnian, but once this movie wraps, you'd better make yourself scarce around Wye. Don't stick around Finnian and my sister-in-law, or you know what'll happen."

Threatening her? Amara was livid, her anger boiling over.

Since the day she married into the Everly family, Hogan had been a thorn in her side.

Back when she was meek and mild, she had suffered under his thumb countless times. Now that she had finally gotten divorced and hadn't done anything wrong, why should she put up with this?

She stared coldly at Hogan, all her anger and resentment surging to the surface, her gaze growing icier by the second, making Hogan shiver involuntarily.

just because

"Bang!"

grabbed Hogan by the collar and slammed

could someone as timid as Amara do something so

up, Finnian," she said fiercely. "If I hear those words come out of your mouth one

shouting without a care if Hogan

easily bullied type, but when pushed to

in front of Finnian and Liliana once before; this was the second time

as he stammered, "Amara, are you out of your mind? Did you

you weren't, would you constantly shove

how should I know why? If you want to know, ask him yourself! Stop bothering me all the time, aren't you

still trembling with anger, breathing

but slowly his gaze turned steely, his demeanor oppressive. Amara felt a twinge of fear

endless provocations would drive anyone to madness; she was just late to that

"What's going on here?"