Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 503

But soon, she was captivated by Barry's novel ideas and began listening intently, joining him in the discussion.

After hashing it out, they reached a consensus on the disputed scene. Barry stood up, quickly paid for the coffee, and announced he had another appointment. Before Amara could reply, he was gone in a whirlwind.

Amara smiled at his retreating back. It seemed this next project was going to be very interesting.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Amara. I was wondering why I heard crows cawing all morning. Turns out I was going to run into you. If I’d known I’d encounter such bad luck, I would have stayed home.”

A snide voice cut through the air. Amara turned to see Elowen Sullivan, dressed ostentatiously, walking towards her with Amelia Abbott on her arm.

Elowen was wearing a red dress, her hair flowing over her shoulders.

It was funny; she loved red just as much as Liliana did. But whatever one thought of Liliana’s character, her elegant and alluring aura was undeniable.

Elowen, on the other hand, had plain features, yet she insisted on dressing so vividly. Her unremarkable looks were completely overshadowed by the dress, making her seem even more washed out.

Beside her, Amelia might have outshone Elowen in terms of style, but her face was a dark scowl. She glared at Amara with a chilling intensity, her gloomy aura feeling as unsettling as a ghost’s.

Amara looked away from Amelia and back to Elowen, who was watching her with a smug expression. What was she so proud of? That she’d managed to insult her and Amara was powerless to respond?

It was true, Amara was furious, and it was difficult to retort.

If she simply insulted her back, she would look like she was lashing out in anger and lose the upper hand. But if she said nothing, it would be incredibly frustrating.

Amara thought for a moment, then an idea came to her. She looked up, a perfectly normal smile gracing her lips, free of any sarcasm.

“I had a different experience from you, sister. I didn’t see any crows this morning. I saw a bluebird,” she said.

“I’m calling you a clown,” Amara said, her smile never wavering.

“You have no talents and an empty head. When you try to mock someone, you can’t even come up with anything substantial. You just spout nonsense that isn’t even worth getting angry about. If you’re not a clown, then who is?”

The words made Elowen tremble with rage.

Her greatest pride in life was being Larry Sullivan’s biological daughter, born into wealth where she could spend lavishly without lifting a finger.

But her greatest shame was her lack of education and talent. Compared to the well-bred heirs and heiresses of high society, she had no advantages and was often called an airhead.

Now Amara had called her a clown and an airhead, one after the other. How could she not be furious?