Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 397

Hogan ran a hand through his hair, finally making up his mind. He turned the car around, headed back to the office to pick up his things, and drove home.

A week might not seem long, but with hundreds of people working tirelessly on set, it felt like both an eternity and the blink of an eye.

Tonight, they would shoot the final scene of *Whispers of Winter*. Once the cameras stopped rolling, the production would officially wrap.

After months of non-stop work, Amara felt a mix of relief and excitement.

She had written a few scripts before, but this was the first time she'd been involved with a show from start to finish, pouring her heart and soul into every detail. She had high hopes for it, and now, with the end in sight, she couldn't help but feel both bittersweet and eager for what was next. She couldn't wait for the series to be released, to see how audiences would respond.

instance-she'd spent the last few days swinging between

faking her pregnancy; if she didn't, Hogan would tell him himself. By now, knowing Hogan's temperament, he should've come knocking on her door to pressure her again,

like wildfire through the Wye social scene. She'd heard that people were scrambling to trace the source, but it was impossible to pin down. Eventually, everyone seemed to just

the truth in a fit of desperation, Finnian probably wouldn't believe a word he said. Liliana assured herself that Hogan

tied up every loose

couldn't have guessed. And she also couldnt

wrapped, Cedric decided to host a wrap party-a kind of "last supper" for

with Keith, and the two of

knew how close the two were, so nobody batted

naturally took seats together-directly across from