Chapter 517
She typed out the message and sent it. Morgan didn’t reply, and Amara didn’t say anything more. She turned off her phone.
Just as she was about to sleep, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and her eyes widened in shock.
A maid from the Sullivan family, one she was on good terms with, had sent her a photo of Fiona looking down at her phone.
That wasn’t the point. The point was the emerald ring on Fiona’s finger. It was unmistakably her mother’s ring!
That vile woman, Fiona, had stolen from her mother again!
Just how much of her mother’s inheritance had Fiona taken? In that moment, Amara wanted nothing more than to storm into the Sullivan estate and give Fiona a brutal beating.
“Keep watching Fiona. If you see anything else like this, send me pictures p>
The maid who secretly messaged her was Amara’s informant inside the Sullivan household, an old servant who had come to the family with Amara’s mother.
She was familiar with all of Amara’s mother’s possessions, so Amara trusted her judgment completely.
After sending the message, Amara sent the woman a tip, which she immediately accepted before replying with a simple “Okay p>
Putting her phone down, Amara bit her lip, her mind in turmoil.
It seemed that getting her hands on the Sullivan Group shares was more urgent than ever. Only with those shares would she have a voice in the Sullivan family. Then she could legitimately reclaim her mother’s inheritance and finally deal with Fiona and Elowen.
That meant she had to get married soon to meet Larry’s conditions. Who could she possibly marry on such short notice? It seemed Keith was her only option p>
The next day was another press conference for *Whispers of Winter*—the final one before the show’s premiere next week.
Ten minutes before the event began, Amara arrived at the hotel’s top-floor venue, wearing a pink dress and exquisite makeup.
The moment she appeared, the reporters went wild.
Everyone had seen the online videos of Amarise. She was stunning, a world away from the “ugly, disfigured woman” they had imagined.
But videos were one thing; the impact of seeing her in person was something else entirely.
Now, seeing Amarise in the flesh, they realized she was even more beautiful than in the videos. They swarmed her with their
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microphones, asking questions even before the conference officially began.
With a faint smile, Amara answered a few simple questions, all while Liliana watched with a poorly disguised look of jealousy behind her elegant facade.
Then, she said, “Please, everyone, take your seats. I will answer your questions when the conference officially starts p>
The reporters reluctantly returned to their seats.
Finally, the press conference began. The reporters surged forward again, microphones extended
“Screenwriter Ama, you’ve finally attended a press conference! Why were you late for the last one p>
“Amarise, what was your relationship like with Mr. Everly and Liliana during the filming of *Whispers of Winter*? Are you on bad terms, as the rumors suggest p>
“Screenwriter Ama, you must have heard about Mr. Everly’s upcoming marriage to Liliana. As his ex-wife, whạt are your thoughts on the matter? Do you have any lingering feelings for him p>