After Liliana left, Emma stormed over to the Everly Group, only to find Finnian wasn''t in his office.


    She asked Will, who informed her that Finnian had returned to the family estate. Emma, fuming, immediately headed there.


    Naturally, she was stopped at the main gate by a servant, who bowed his head and said, "I''m sorry, Madam, but you cannot enter."


    Emma, already incensed, became even more enraged at the thought that she, the matriarch of the Everly family, was barred from her own home.


    She shoved the servant aside, her eyes bulging with fury. "I''m going in anyway! I''d like to see who dares to stop me today!"


    With that, she marched toward the main house. The servants, startled by her push, exchanged nces but didn''t dare to intercept her.


    No matter what, she was the officialdy of the house. They could follow Mr. Kevin Everly''s orders to block her, but if she forced her way in, what could they do? They could only watch her go.


    "Finnian, you get out here!"


    Emma pounded on Finnian''s door, then twisted the handle. Finding it unlocked, she stormed in and pointed a finger at Finnian, who was reading documents at his desk. "You little brat! What''s this I hear about you not getting a license with Liliana? Who gets married without a license? What are you trying to pull?"


    Finnian had expected Emma toe to him about this. He showed no surprise, didn''t even move, and just said coldly, "I''ve said I won''t get a license, and I won''t. It''s useless for you to be here."


    Seeing his imprable demeanor, Emma was about to lose her mind.


    "Aren''t you afraid of what I''ll do to that little bitch?" she seethed through clenched teeth. "If you don''t get a license with Liliana, it means you''re still hung up on Amara.


    In that case, I will definitely do something to her..."


    "You touch her and see what happens!"


    Finnian''s face changed in an instant. He mmed his hand on the desk and shot to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and his voice as sharp as a de The aura he projected was as dark and terrifying as hell itself, and Emma was genuinely frightened.


    Emma knew her son could be terrifying when angered. For a moment, she was too scared to speak.


    When she recovered, her own fury returned. "I am your mother! How dare you speak to me like that! You really don''t care about Amara, do you?"


    So she was going to threaten him with Amara again?


    Finnian''s voice was chilling. "I told you, my bottom line was the wedding. I won''t do anything more. If you push me too far, don''t think I won''t do something to you."


    He pulled open a desk drawer and took out a small booklet, pping it down on the desk in front of him.


    Emma stared at him, uncertain. Was Finnian really going to do something to her?


    Her gaze shifted to the booklet on the desk. What was that?


    Finnian flipped it open. From the emblem, she could tell it was a property deed, but the name was in a foreignnguage she couldnt tead. "What is this? What are you nning to do?" she demanded.


    Finnian''s eyes were frigid, his tone grim.


    "I bought a small ind a while ago. If you dare to touch Amara again don''t me me for disowning you as my mother will send you to this deserted ind, and you''ll nevere back."


    ""


    What did she just hear?