The moment Alexander entered the room, Oliver turned to Amy with a knowing smile. "Amy, I'll go rest for a while. Come find me when you're done here."

Amy's voice was soft but firm. "Of course. Go ahead."

She was determined to reclaim her mother's necklace, no matter the cost.

The real question was whether Victoria and Alexander would honor their word. But even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t break her. She knew exactly how to deal with people like them.

The internet might forget quickly, but she had no problem reminding them.

"You play the violin?" Alexander's voice was low, laced with something unreadable.

Amy didn’t deny it. "Yes."

His gaze darkened. "Why didn’t you ever tell me?"

"Did you ever ask?" She tilted her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips. "After our son was born, I mentioned wanting to work. You insisted it wasn’t safe to leave him with anyone else, that I should stay home."

"Back then, you never even asked what I did for a living."

Alexander fell silent.

She was right. He had never asked.

Because he hadn’t cared enough to.

For the first time, it struck him just how little he truly knew about her.

Amy wasn’t here for small talk. "The results are posted. According to our agreement, Victoria, you owe me my mother’s necklace. Mr. Blackwood, I trust you won’t go back on your word now?"

Technically, she should have confronted Victoria directly. But standing before her was the man who had always been Victoria’s strongest shield. Without him, Victoria wouldn’t have had the power to cause half the trouble she had.

The cruel irony? This man was her husband.

Alexander’s expression darkened at her words. "You always assume the worst of me."

Amy’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. "Isn’t that your specialty, Mr. Blackwood? Every time Victoria so much as stubs her toe, you assume I’m the one who pushed her."

He had no rebuttal. After a tense pause, he finally spoke.

"I’ll take you to Victoria."

Amy didn’t refuse, but she discreetly sent a quick message to Samantha.

Victoria had Nathan, Liam, Margaret, and now this unpredictable man, Alexander, on her side.

She wasn’t foolish enough to face them alone. She needed backup.

Meanwhile, Samantha read the message and immediately stood.

"Sebastian, Celeste is about to make Victoria and Nathan pay up. Let’s not miss the show."

A mischievous grin spread across her face. "We should record this. Oh, and—"

She glanced around before lowering her voice. "Celeste mentioned there were plenty of witnesses when they made the bet. I’m sure some of them would love a front-row seat now."

Sebastian smirked. "Let’s invite them all."

It was clear Amy intended to publicly humiliate the Blackwoods and Victoria.

Good. He admired that kind of ruthlessness.

Someone who settled debts and never forgot a grudge.

In another lounge, the air was thick with tension.

Aside from Charlotte, who was nervously muttering to herself, everyone else wore grim expressions.

The more they had underestimated Amy before, the deeper their embarrassment now.

"Victoria, don’t take it to heart," Nathan finally broke the silence.

"Amy only won because of that violin—the Celestial Nocturne. She just got lucky. You were only 0.1 points behind."