Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 419

But now, with a loud bang, he slammed his palm on the table in front of him. He fixed his gaze on the male reporter with the glasses who had started the attacks, his eyes blazing with fury. “Our writer is not here today because she was caught in an emergency and couldn’t make it.”

His voice was dangerously low. “She is a wonderful person, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with her appearance. I suggest you stop these baseless, malicious attacks immediately. Otherwise, my legal team will be in touch about a defamation lawsuit.”

“…”

In the entertainment industry, the golden rule was to never piss off the press. They could ruin a career with a few keystrokes. Even the biggest stars were unfailingly polite to reporters. Keith’s harsh, direct threat was a shocking breach of that unspoken rule. For a moment, the reporters were silent, looking at each other in stunned disbelief.

Then, a spark of excitement lit up their eyes. The threat was irrelevant. What mattered was that Keith, one of the biggest stars in the country, was fiercely defending a relatively unknown writer. What was the story there?

They had come for the gossip about Liliana, Finnian, and Amarise, but it seemed there was an even juicier story brewing between Keith and Amarise.

Immediately, the questions started again. “Why did you have such a strong reaction? What is your relationship with Amarise?”

“Are you two close? Have you ever dated?”

“Why are you defending her?”

Amara’s defenses shot back up. “What do you want to say?”

Finnian hesitated. “I was drunk yesterday. I was talking nonsense. I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I swear, I was just making things up.” His tone was so earnest he might as well have been swearing on a stack of Bibles.

But Amara was still skeptical. The man was an enigma; she could never tell if he was lying. As for oaths and promises, they were both atheists. It was meaningless. She didn't respond, simply standing there, lost in thought.

Finnian took a careful step closer to her. He glanced at her profile. “And what happened after… that was unforgivable. I was a bastard,” he said, his voice low. “Amara, can you please not be angry anymore? If you’re still mad, you can hit me again. I deserve it.” He actually held out his arm, offering it to her.