Under the Veil I Rule
Chapter 118

Amara didn't take the contract. Her hands were clenched into fists, and she was shaking with indignation. She couldn't believe it-Finnian was still going to fire her, just to please Liliana!

Sure, his words were a bit more polished than yesterday, easier to swallow. But the message was the same. They wanted her out of the production!

"Um, Mr. Everly, Amara's the one who knows Whispers of Winter inside out. If she leaves, who's going to keep the story on track?"

Cedric was just as shocked as he was and, not daring to oppose his investor directly, he asked in a hopeful tone.

"Exactly, Mr. Everly. Who's going to take over as the screenwriter if Amara leaves? Bringing in someone new who doesn't understand the plot could be a hassle in many aspects."

Everyone had heard Finnian's words, but only a few dared to actually confront him. Now, three or four stood around him, all eyes on his every move.

Finnian's expression didn't change a bit. "Understanding the plot isn't an issue. Give someone a week, and they'll catch up. With so many talented screenwriters in Zephyria, as long as the money's right, replaceing someone won't be a problem." His words clearly meant he'd cover all the costs of hiring a new one.

Truth was, aside from Cedric, the others weren't truly worried about Amara. They were just concerned that changing screenwriters might cause chaos.

Now that Finnian was taking full responsibility and seemed willing to pay top dollar for a good screenwriter, it wouldn't get awry and they could relax and just watch the drama unfold.

They backed off, leaving a clear space between Amara and Finnian. Amara looked at the man's indifferent face, her heart burning with a mix of rage and hurt.

She held her fists tightly, her eyes threatening to spill over. No one had ever seen her look so upset and grieved, and for a moment, silence filled the place.

Finnian's handsome face remained impassive, showing no hint of emotion.

"Sign the contract, Amara. Do you have a new script? I'll replace you a director and invest in it, ensuring your next project shines."

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compensation, afraid she'd decline the offer, or was he giving her ̧ money, fearing she'd take this u with Kevin?

Amara let out a bitter laugh. "And what if I refuse?"

Finnian's voice was calm. "You won't refuse."

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Amara was momentarily stunned, unsure of what he meant. Then it hit her, and she stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide open.

Was Finnian threatening her? And what leverage did he have? A hundred possibilities ran through her mind.

She and Finnian weren't in the same league. If he truly intended to threaten her, he could probably replace a hundred ways to do it.

A chill ran down her spine, her rage and hatred for this man reaching their peak.

"Ms. Sullivan, please sign it," Liliana advised, her voice soft and gentle as she stepped in, noticing the silence among them.

"You're a very talented screenwriter. Focus on writing new scripts and creating great shows. Don't let your talent go to waste. Besides, Whispers of Winter's plot is already set. It doesn't really need your attention anymore. We promise we won't make major changes, and if we do, we'll call you to discuss it, okay?"

Liliana's voice was warm and amiable, as if she considered Amara, but Amara detested her.

Sure, the storyline for Whispers of Winter was established. Most days, Amara didn't have much to do at the set except read or watch the filming.