Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 805

Amara got the distinct impression that while Antonia wasn't entirely brainless, her toxic upbringing had completely warped her. She only ever saw herself and would ruthlessly trample over anyone to get what she wanted.

It was definitely safer to keep her in the dark.

Amara turned and walked away, but Antonia, infuriated by the dismissal, chased after her.

"Hey! Stop right there!"

"I'm talking to you! Why won't you give me a straight answer?"

Antonia stepped into her path, blocking her. Amara sighed, her patience wearing paper-thin. "Why should I? If you have questions about the script, I'll gladly walk you through it. But you're digging into my personal life. We aren't friends, so why on earth would I owe you any explanations?"

Amara shot her a look that clearly labeled her a lunatic, sidestepped her, and walked off.

Antonia bit her lip in raw frustration, completely powerless to stop her.

She had no clue what was really going on between Amara and Keith, but any idiot could see that Keith was still hopelessly hung up on her. Were they secretly together?

And if they were, did Keith seriously not care that she was carrying another man's baby? The injustice of it all made Antonia want to scream.

Back at her spot, Amara recalled the ridiculous confrontation. She wasn't angry, just deeply amused by the absurdity of it all.

She already disliked the girl, mostly because she was Emma's niece and had an undeniably wretched personality.

Now that she realized Antonia harbored a massive crush on Keith and had painted Amara as her ultimate rival, the constant provocations made sense. It was exhausting, but mostly, it just proved how breathtakingly immature Antonia was.

Everyone knew exactly who the billionaire was. The set erupted into a frenzy of excited whispers as people gaped at his wealth and impossible good looks. A few of the bolder staff even rushed over to network.

Amara frowned. What the hell was he doing here?

He had practically lived on the set of 'Whispers of Winter', but that made sense—Liliana was the female lead, and his company had bankrolled the project.

But Liliana was shooting a different project now and had zero connection to 'Letters from Yesterday'. Why was he here? Was he looking for her?

The sudden realization made her stomach drop.

Panic flared, and she immediately ducked her head, praying he wouldn't spot her.