"If you don't back off and let Alexander handle this, things won't end well for you!"

Nathan's threat hung in the air, but Amy remained unfazed.

"This is the first time I've seen a thief act so entitled," she said coolly. "But since you're so determined, I might consider handing over the studio."

Samantha's eyes widened. "Amy—"

A smug grin spread across Nathan's face. "Finally, some sense."

Amy continued, her voice smooth as silk. "We signed a five-year lease here and spent months renovating. If you want it, you'll compensate me for the rent, the renovations, and the contract termination fee."

She tilted her head, feigning thoughtfulness. "Oh, and I have a concert coming up. Relocating now would disrupt my rehearsals. Emotional distress compensation seems fair, don’t you think?"

Nathan scoffed. "Just name your price."

Amy smiled sweetly. "Since we're acquaintances, I’ll make it simple—ten million."

Nathan's face twisted in disbelief. "Ten million?!"

"That’s the price," Amy confirmed.

Nathan exploded. "Are you insane?! You could buy the whole damn building for less!"

He had expected her to demand a lot, but this? She was out of her mind! Did she think ten million was spare change?

Amy shrugged. "Then go buy the building. If you own it, no one can compete with you, right?"

Nathan was seething, his vision blurring with rage. "Fine, I'll—"

Dominic cut him off sharply. "Nathan, you’ve been hemorrhaging money on reckless deals. You’re already in the red."

The words hit Nathan like ice water. Reality crashed back down.

Only a fool would spend ten million on a studio like this.

His glare burned into Amy. This woman was dangerous. She was baiting him into another financial disaster.

He remembered the auction where he’d wasted a fortune on worthless art, hoping to flip it for profit—only for it to gather dust. Then there was the PR nightmare when he tried to smear Amy online, only to be branded the "greedy tycoon" himself. Prescott Industries' stock still hadn’t recovered.

Now? He didn’t even have that kind of money.

Nathan shot Amy a venomous look. If not for Dominic’s intervention, he’d have fallen into her trap again.

There was no winning today. Better to retreat.

"You’ll regret this, Amy," he spat.

Without another word, he turned to Victoria, who had stayed silent the entire time. "Victoria, let’s go."

Victoria hesitated, casting one last glance at Amy before following him out.

Dominic gave Amy a polite nod before leaving as well.

The moment the door shut, Samantha exploded. "Those snakes! After our studio, and now this?"

Amy sighed. "They’re the same ones who tried to hire me as a composer."

Samantha rubbed her temples. "What is their problem? You’re divorced—why can’t they just leave you alone?"

Just then, a soft knock echoed through the office.

A melodic voice called from the hallway, "Excuse me, is this Celestial Melodies?"