The Prescotts had amassed their wealth in the cutthroat world of media, where every player knew the unwritten rules of engagement.

Certain journalists appeared to be digging for scandals, but in truth, they were offering the subject a golden opportunity to craft their own narrative—one that would linger in public memory.

And Amy Sinclair was more than ready for the game.

Every piece of evidence presented at the press conference had been meticulously arranged beforehand.

Overnight, the public perception of Amy shifted dramatically. The woman once vilified was now seen through an entirely new lens.

Nathan Prescott had always struck him as a shrewd, calculating businessman.

But now...

Perhaps he'd overestimated Nathan's intelligence.

Nathan was still the same reckless, short-sighted fool he'd always been.

With leadership like that, the company's future looked bleak. Trouble was undoubtedly brewing.

The PR director was already drafting his resignation letter in his head.

Under the glare of the cameras, Amy remained composed—confident but never arrogant. The audience couldn't help but be drawn to her quiet strength.

Even those who rarely followed social media caught wind of the drama and tried to follow her account—only to find it suspended. Their curiosity ignited, they began scouring the internet for answers.

As fate would have it, Samantha Reynolds had posted about the situation on Instagram. Suddenly, Amy's story of standing up against corporate giants went viral, sending shockwaves across the web.

Other high-profile figures—those who had also faced unjust bans for challenging powerful interests—rallied behind her in solidarity.

Amy's name was everywhere.

After an exhaustive interrogation, the police finally concluded Amy had no involvement in corporate espionage. They offered a formal apology.

"Ms. Sinclair, we sincerely regret the inconvenience."

Amy's response was measured. "I understand. Cooperating with law enforcement is every citizen's duty. However—"

Her tone hardened. "Had I failed to clear my name today, my reputation would have been destroyed in front of the entire nation—my career in ruins. The person who filed this malicious report acted with clear ill intent. I trust you'll pursue this matter to the fullest extent of the law."

The officer nodded solemnly. "Rest assured, Ms. Sinclair. False accusations carry serious consequences."

Amy was about to respond when a firm hand closed around her wrist.

She turned to face Alexander Blackwood. "Mr. Blackwood, is there something you need?" Though he hadn't sabotaged her during the investigation—in fact, he'd helped exonerate her—Amy remained wary. This man was far more dangerous than she'd realized.

Compared to Nathan, Alexander was the true threat—his motives always obscured, his thoughts impossible to decipher.

His dark eyes were unreadable.

"We need to talk. Alone."

Amy knew this confrontation was inevitable. She had no interest in prolonging this game with Nathan and the others.

"Fine."

They slipped into a nearby café.

After ordering her coffee, Amy met Alexander's gaze across the table. "What did you want to discuss?"

His piercing stare never wavered. "From the moment you appeared at that auction, you'd already orchestrated everything that followed, hadn't you?"

Though phrased as a question, his voice held absolute certainty.

The rich aroma of coffee filled the air as Amy took a deliberate sip. "Why would you so willingly hand over a hundred million? Why would Nathan and Victoria stand by while I lived like royalty?"

"You were all waiting for my downfall—for me to be left destitute and desperate. So, the first step was ensuring I lost that money."

She set her cup down, her eyes locking onto his.

"So, I made sure none of you could ever reclaim it."