Chapter 422

So, ignoring the two women completely, she walked straight to Larry. “Dad, I’m here p>

Larry grunted in acknowledgment, his eyes scanning her from head to toe with an approving gaze.

He had once disliked Amara. Her face wasn’t pretty, and her timid, meek personality had struck him as useless.

But now, her looks were restored, her career was flourishing, and her calm, confident demeanor pleased him. Suddenly, everything about Amara seemed perfect in his eyes.

Amara sensed this shift in his attitude and knew she had to seize the opportunity. She made some small talk, first asking about his health, then chatting about her work. Their father-daughter relationship seemed warmer than it had been in years, and a faint smile touched Larry’s lips. Across the room, Fiona and Elowen watched, their faces so tight with rage they looked like they might shatter their teeth.

Just then, the front door opened again, and Finnian, dressed in a sharp suit, walked in.

Amara froze. What was Finnian doing here?

His eyes immediately found her as he entered, but he quickly looked away, striding over to Larry with a professional air and exchanging a few pleasantries.

Amara listened from the side, a frown creasing her brow.

From their conversation, it sounded like Larry had invited Finnian for dinner. Why would he do that? The two men barely knew each other.

No… wait. Amara suddenly remembered something.

At the last Everly family gala, Finnian and Larry had started a business collaboration. So they did have a connection.

Still, Larry had partnered with countless businessmen over the years, and he’d never invited any of them home for dinner. Amara couldn’t make any sense of it.

After Finnian and Larry finished their chat, Fiona nudged Elowen. Elowen instantly understood, walking over to Fingian with a bright smile Mr. Everly you’re here! The kitchen just finished preparing dinner. Let’s go eat p>

She added, with a familiar air, “I had the chef make several of your favorite dishes. You have to try them p>

Elowen’s eagerness was palpable, as if she and Finnian were old friends. But Finnian remained coolly detached, offering only a curt nod in response.

Amara watched the scene with cold amusement. So, Elowen had set her sights on Finnian, and Fiona was actually encouraging her.

Logically, Fiona shouldn’t have approved. The gap between Elowen and Finnian was immense; he would never be interested in her. Fiona was smart enough to know that. What had changed?

Sensing Amara’s cool gaze, Finnian casually moved to her side and murmured, “Don’t worry. I won’t talk to her more than I have to p>

Amara shot him an annoyed look and whispered back, “Why are you telling me that? Who you talk to is none of my business p>

Without waiting for his reaction, she turned and walked briskly into the dining room.

A few minutes later, everyone was seated. Larry sat at the head of the long table, with Fiona to his left and Elower beside her. Tolar Sight was Amara, with Finnian seated next to her.

For a fleeting moment, it felt like a scene from before their divorce. This was exactly how they used to sit when they visited the Sullivan family for dinner.

But that had only happened once. In the three years they were married Finnian had rarely come home, let alone made the customary visit to her parents after the wedding. Thất, She’d had to do alone.