Amy Sinclair slowly lifted her hand in Alexander Blackwood's direction and gave him the middle finger.

Alexander's stormy eyes darkened, his expression turning glacial.

So she preferred to stand there, humiliated and trapped, rather than utter a single word of apology to him? Fine. Absolutely fine.

He was dying to see how long that stubborn pride of hers would last.

A cacophony of reporters' questions assaulted Amy's ears, so loud and chaotic she could barely distinguish one from another.

Yet Amy remained unshaken, her face a mask of perfect serenity, betraying not a flicker of panic.

The calmer she appeared, the more aggressive the reporters became.

After all, nothing thrilled them more than watching someone crumble under pressure, capturing that split second of vulnerability.

Nathan Prescott was practically giddy with excitement.

Finally, he had managed to livestream Amy's public downfall for his eager audience.

Just as Nathan was patting himself on the back, his other phone buzzed.

He quickly shoved his streaming phone into Victoria Langley's hands. "Victoria, hold this for a sec. I need to take this call."

Victoria, equally eager to watch the online mob tear Amy apart, grinned. "Of course."

Nathan slipped away to a quieter corner and answered, "What?"

"Mr. Prescott, you won't believe this—Amy's trending again!"

Nathan barely blinked. "She's trending every other day lately. What's the big deal?"

"But this time it's different—"

He cut the caller off, impatient. He still had Amy's impending meltdown to witness.

"Yeah, yeah, I know exactly why she's trending. I orchestrated it."

A stunned pause. "Wait, you started this trending topic? Why didn’t you tell us?"

Nathan rolled his eyes. "Would it have changed anything? Do you actually have a point?"

"Mr. Prescott, one more thing—should we coordinate on this?"

Now Nathan was annoyed. "Do you want to keep your job? Handle it like you always do. Don’t waste my time with basics."

"Understood."

He hung up and hurried back to see Amy's downfall unfold.

But to his shock, a fresh wave of reporters surged toward Amy, shoving past the original crowd in their desperation to reach her.

Victoria glanced at the newcomers and whispered, "Nathan, did you call another group of reporters?"

Nathan frowned. "No, I only hired one batch... Did my team double-book by mistake?"

Before they could figure it out, the new reporters elbowed their way to the front, practically trampling the others as they crowded around Amy, their faces alight with excitement, as if they'd just struck gold.

"Ms. Sinclair, the museum just released the list of artifacts you donated—the ones valued at sixty million dollars!"

"Ms. Sinclair, we heard you’ve contributed forty million to charities—children’s shelters, senior centers, disaster relief. What inspired such generosity?"

"Ms. Sinclair, you're not even among Newhaven's wealthiest, yet your donations surpass theirs. How did you make that decision?"

Questions bombarded her from all sides, the original reporters now pushed to the back, utterly bewildered.

Donations? What the hell was happening?

A few reporters, not wanting to miss the scoop, hastily started their own livestreams.

"Good morning, viewers. This is Solmaris Daily, reporting live from the scene of Ms. Amy Sinclair's press conference..."