Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 673

That morning, Emma met up with Edith again.

They chose a restaurant near the WestWinter Group headquarters. Once they were seated, Emma handed Edith her organized chat logs. “Mrs. Winters, I found out something today—Keith stayed over at the Everly estate last night. Take a look.”

On the screen was a message sent by Emma’s informant at the Everly family’s mansion. Edith’s face darkened with anger as she read it.

Why would Keith be staying at the Everly mansion? He must have gone there to see Amara!

“Is Amara living at the Everly estate now?” Edith demanded.

“Yes. That little tramp has been staying with my father all this time. She’s completely won over the old man. Quite a skill she’s got,” Emma replied, a cold sneer curling her lips as her own resentment simmered.

Why is it that I, the legitimate lady of the Everly family, can’t even set foot in the mansion, while outsiders like Amara and Keith are allowed to stay there? The injustice of it all infuriated her.

Fueled by this outrage, her hatred for Amara only deepened.

Seeing that Edith was now thoroughly agitated, Emma produced the photos Liliana had given her—shots of Amara going in and out of a bar.

“Mrs. Winters, look what I managed to get. That little tramp has been frequenting bars and nightclubs. And I had someone check: these photos were taken four months ago. Isn’t that right around the time she got pregnant?”

“So her child was conceived in some sleazy place like that. No wonder she doesn’t even know who the father is.”

Edith glanced at the photos and asked, “Are you sure this is Amara? Why is she wearing a mask and a hat?”

In the past few days, the staff at the Everly mansion had been buzzing about the upcoming wedding. News of the event kept trending online—naturally, all orchestrated by Liliana behind the scenes.

As Finnian’s wedding drew closer, Amara’s mood wasn’t exactly terrible, but it certainly wasn’t good either.

Still, she managed to ignore most of the drama, spending her days at home writing scripts and reading. Life was relatively peaceful.

That morning, a little after eight, she had just finished getting ready and was heading downstairs for breakfast when Lisa knocked on her door.

“Ama, something serious has happened! You need to go talk to Mr. Everly right away,” Lisa said urgently.