The two women were stepping onto the sidewalk when a sleek black Bentley glided to a halt beside them.

The door swung open, revealing a man whose presence commanded attention.

Sebastian Kingsley emerged, his sharp features and effortless charm turning heads instantly.

"Celeste, Ms. Reynolds—long time no see."

Samantha's face brightened. "Sebastian! Where have you been hiding? We thought you'd vanished off the face of the earth."

He smirked, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. "Tied up with family affairs, but I'm free now." His gaze flickered playfully between them. "Miss me?"

Samantha laughed. "Desperately! No one treats us to five-star dinners like you do."

Sebastian's grin widened. "Consider it done." Then, as if remembering something, he reached into the car and produced an exquisite bouquet of crimson roses.

"Celeste, congratulations on your divorce. Freedom looks good on you."

Amy accepted the flowers with a small, knowing smile. "Thank you."

She hadn't personally informed Sebastian, but with Oliver Kingsley practically living at her penthouse lately, it was no secret.

A cold voice sliced through the moment.

"So this is why you rushed the divorce. Couldn't wait to flaunt your new lover, could you?"

Samantha whirled around. "Only a cheater sees cheating everywhere. You're projecting, Nathan."

Nathan Prescott scoffed. "A man giving a woman roses—that's not just friendship. Let's ask the crowd what they think."

Samantha bristled, but Amy gently tugged her back.

Amy turned to Nathan, her voice calm but edged with steel. "Nathan, I'm divorced. Who I spend time with—who gives me flowers—is none of your concern. You lost the right to interfere the moment you brought Victoria into our marriage."

"Divorced?" Nathan's voice rose sharply. "You were seeing him before the papers were signed! That's called adultery—or did you forget?"

Amy arched a brow. "Funny how you suddenly understand what adultery means." Her gaze flicked to Victoria, standing awkwardly behind him. "Meanwhile, you two were practically planning your wedding before the ink dried. But sure, I'm the scandalous one."

Nathan's face darkened. "Victoria and I are innocent—"

Amy cut him off. "Innocent? The engagement photos leaked last week say otherwise."

Nathan's mouth opened, then snapped shut.

The bystanders, initially swayed by Nathan's outburst, now eyed Victoria with open suspicion. Engagement photos? That was bold—even for them.

Without another word, Amy motioned to Samantha and Sebastian, and the three walked away.

Nathan's phone rang.

"Mr. Prescott," his assistant's voice crackled through. "That violinist you promoted—Amy Sinclair—she's trending everywhere. The platform wants to fast-track her as their next star."

"They assumed she's under your management since you endorsed her. They’re asking if you need additional resources to—"

Nathan's grip tightened on the phone. "Resources?" he hissed. "Blacklist her. I want her name scrubbed from every platform by tomorrow."