Samantha stood beside her, scanning the lavish venue with sharp eyes.

"Celeste, do you think Alexander will actually come?"

Amy Sinclair tilted her head slightly, considering. "If Victoria doesn't cause any trouble, he probably will. At this point, just bearing the name 'Mrs. Blackwood' has already given him enough headaches."

"He must realize dragging this out only hurts him. The longer he waits, the more he loses."

Lately, aside from Blackwood Enterprises' own retail chains, Amy had visited nearly every high-end boutique in Newhaven. She carried her marriage certificate like a weapon, and the moment she stepped into a store, she demanded to speak to the manager.

The staff, recognizing her effortless grace, never hesitated—they fetched the manager immediately.

Amy wasted no time. She'd flash her marriage certificate and declare, "I'm Alexander Blackwood's wife. Anything I purchase here can be charged directly to his account. Send the invoices to Blackwood Enterprises for payment."

The moment those words left her lips, their expressions shifted—suddenly, they were all smiles and reverence.

She had expected resistance, especially from Alexander's competitors. But to her surprise, whether it was business allies or rivals, everyone welcomed her with open arms.

Some companies, eager to curry favor with Blackwood Enterprises, even sent their directors to greet her personally—and a few handed her exclusive platinum VIP cards on the spot.

She couldn't help but smirk. The corporate world knew how to play the game.

Samantha's voice, laced with irritation, snapped Amy back to reality.

"Honestly, if Alexander and his people had just behaved decently, we wouldn't have to resort to this. If he'd just signed the divorce papers without all this nonsense, none of this would be necessary."

She glanced around, then lowered her voice. "Thank goodness Dominic tipped you off. Otherwise, they might have actually gotten away with it. Just thinking about it makes me furious!"

"And that scheme Nathan came up with—so underhanded! Arranging for Alexander to 'accidentally' miss the final day of the waiting period, forcing you to restart the entire divorce process? Disgusting."

Samantha scoffed. "If you miss too many appointments, the system locks you out. Good luck even getting a slot next time... Nathan really is the worst."

A cold, amused smile curled at Amy's lips. "Too bad for them their little plan failed."

Samantha nodded fiercely. "Thank goodness you outsmarted them. Otherwise, they'd keep thinking we're pushovers. Oh, and—"

She suddenly remembered the explosive growth in followers after Amy's livestream the night before, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Celeste, last night's livestream was a massive success! We gained over a million new followers overnight!"

After weeks of steady growth, Amy's follower count had now reached ten million. Everyone knew that the higher the numbers climbed, the harder it was to maintain momentum. For someone who had started from nothing, Amy's rise was nothing short of extraordinary.

All of Amy's social media and public relations were handled by Samantha, her childhood friend and most trusted confidante.

Samantha sighed. "It's just a shame Arthur Pendleton's team never responded. If he ever noticed you, you'd break into the big leagues..."

But Amy simply smiled, unbothered. "We've survived worse. This is nothing."

Ever the optimist, Samantha immediately brightened. "You're right! Worst case, we start over!"