Alexander watched her with a soft smile. "Find anything that catches your eye? I'll get it for you."

Amy's lips curved into a playful smirk. "In that case, I won't hold back."

A flicker of surprise crossed Alexander's face—subtle but unmistakable.

Amy noticed immediately. "What? Did you expect me to refuse?"

He arched a brow, his tone cool. "Actually, yes. You've always struck me as someone with too much pride to accept."

She laughed, the sound light and carefree. "If I were truly that proud, I wouldn't have agreed to split the assets with you—or demanded that hundred million."

Alexander opened his mouth to respond, but Gregory hurried over, his expression urgent.

"Mr. Blackwood, if we don't leave now, we'll miss the signing."

Alexander nodded, his voice steady. "Understood."

He turned to leave but paused, glancing back at Amy, who stood watching him with an amused glint in her eyes.

"I have to go. Buy whatever you want—it's on me."

Gregory shot him a startled look.

Mr. Blackwood was being unusually generous with his wife.

It didn’t take long for him to realize why.

This was Alexander’s way of making amends. After all, he had rejected Mr. Pendleton’s proposal on Amy’s behalf without consulting her.

Once Alexander was gone, Amy dialed Samantha.

"Sam, meet me for shopping! My treat—pick anything you want."

Samantha gasped. "Did you hit the jackpot or something?"

"Nope. Alexander told me to go wild. He's footing the bill."

Samantha squealed in delight. "Give me ten minutes—don’t you dare start without me!"

A week later, inside a Prescott Industries office—

Nathan stared at the middle-aged man across from him in disbelief.

"Ten million dollars in one week?! Manager Sharp, you must be joking!"

Manager Sharp wiped his forehead nervously. "I wish I were, sir. All these charges were made at Prescott-affiliated businesses under Mr. Blackwood’s account. You previously authorized any expenses he incurred at our companies to be billed to you, so..."

He was here to collect payment.

A few million would have been manageable, even if it took time to settle. But ten million?

Nathan’s businesses might not even make that much in a year.

After college, Nathan’s father, Reginald Prescott, had given him startup capital and connections to a few subsidiaries. Thanks to Alexander and Dominic’s support, Nathan’s ventures had thrived.

Next year, Reginald would retire at sixty and hand over Prescott Industries to Nathan.

But unlike the straightforward Blackwood family, the Prescotts were complicated.

Reginald had multiple illegitimate children scattered around.

Nathan was average—neither particularly shrewd nor exceptionally capable. Among Reginald’s offspring, his business acumen ranked near the bottom.

His only advantage? Being the son of Reginald’s legal wife.

But Reginald didn’t care about lineage—only who could expand Prescott Industries the most.

Nathan was lucky. With allies like Alexander and Dominic, Blackwood Enterprises and Whitmore Group had his back. As long as they remained in the picture, success was practically guaranteed with minimal effort.

Nathan scowled. "I know Alex. There’s no way he spent that much."

Manager Sharp hesitated. "Well... it wasn’t Mr. Blackwood who made the purchases. It was his wife, Mrs. Blackwood..."

"His wife?" Nathan blinked, momentarily stunned.

Manager Sharp prompted, "Her maiden name was Sinclair, I believe..."

"Damn it!"

Meanwhile, Samantha watched Amy, who was still gleefully adding items to her cart, and asked uncertainly, "Amy, are you sure this is okay?"

Amy smiled serenely. "Relax. After this, Nathan will be desperate to get me and Alexander divorced—he won’t dare pull any more stunts."