Page 57 of King of Jealousy


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“But you know what you have to do now, right?” Cassian muttered.

Elias lifted his eyes toward him.

Cassian continued, his tone low and edged with warning.

“Keep Amara away from Maverick.”

The office suddenly became quiet again.

Cassian’s gaze sharpened slightly.

“I’ll handle Maverick,” he said firmly. “But I’m not taking responsibility for Amara.”

“She’s mine.” Elias’s answer came instantly. “I’m not asking you to do anything for her.”

His eyes darkened slightly as he stared directly at Cassian.

“In fact…” he pointed at Cassian sharply. “You stay away from her too.”

Cassian nearly choked.

“What the fuck?”

He burst out laughing.

“Since when did you become this possessive?” he asked in disbelief.

He walked closer to the desk while staring at Elias like he had discovered something unbelievable.

“You’ve always been the most generous one among us. Everyone around you uses your things left and right, and I’ve never once heard you say the wordmine—except for that red Rolls-Royce of yours.”

Cassian narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“But suddenly when it comes to Amara…” A slow smirk appeared on his lips. “You’re acting like a jealous psychopath.”

Then he tilted his head slightly.

“Are you actually in love with her for real?”

Elias simply pointed toward the office door.

“Out!”

Chapter 5

Amara stood quietly in front of the mirror.

She adjusted the sleeves of her long black dress carefully before smoothing her fingers over the fabric near her waist.

The elegant dress flowed all the way down to her ankles, while the soft puff sleeves and modest neckline made her look gentle and refined. Her hair was tied neatly into a low bun at the back of her head. Pearls rested quietly against her ears.

There was no makeup on her face. Her skin carried a faint natural flush, and the softness of her delicate features made her delicate features appear even gentler.

After one final adjustment to her dress, she stepped out of the bedroom.

The mansion remained completely quiet as she descended the stairs slowly in her black heels.

Elias hadn’t returned home since he left yesterday morning.