Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 423

Normally, Finnian would have ignored such a notification without a second glance, but this time, he caught the name “Amarise” and immediately tapped on it.

A few minutes later, Finnian, sitting on his sofa, felt his expression darken. His brow furrowed into a tight knot of displeasure.

“What’s wrong? Who pissed you off?”

Dorian, who had moved in with Finnian after a massive fight with Elysia, emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white robe, towel-drying his hair as he spoke.

Finnian didn't answer. His fingers flew across his phone screen until he stopped on a particular page, his eyes fixed on the display, his face growing stormier by the second.

Dorian’s curiosity was piqued. Finn was short-tempered, sure, but he was also a master at concealing his emotions. What could possibly have gotten him this worked up?

He walked over and peered at Finnian’s phone. It was a comment thread. “Amarise and Keith are a perfect match! He’s handsome, she’s beautiful, one’s a screenwriter, the other’s a star, and they’re childhood best friends. They’re compatible in every way. Just get married already!”

Dorian burst out laughing and clapped Finnian on the shoulder.

“You’re getting angry over *this*? Why are you letting a bunch of anonymous trolls get to you? You know how people are online.”

“Finnian, we’ve known each other our whole lives. I never knew you could be this childish.”

Finnian shoved his hand away. “When are you going home?” he asked coldly.

“…”

Amara wasn’t particularly concerned about it, though. She was leaving for Zion soon and wouldn't be able to keep an eye on the Sullivan family. Her only worry was what would happen if a crisis erupted while she was gone.

She decided to let it go. Zion and Wye were close enough—just an hour or two by plane. As long as nothing urgent happened during the few days she was in labor, she could always fly back in time.

After getting ready, Amara arrived at the Sullivan estate. As she entered the living room, she saw Larry standing by the sofa, speaking to a servant.

Fiona Faye Sullivan and Elowen were sitting quietly to one side. Though they said nothing, their eyes burned with a venomous resentment that made it clear they hated her to their core.

Amara had already burned her bridges with Fiona and Elowen, and after what Elowen had done, she felt no need to put on a show of friendship for Larry’s benefit, even if she wasn't ready for an open confrontation.