The Prescotts wielded immense influence in the entertainment world—they practically controlled half of it.

It was the entertainment empire that first established the Prescott family's dominance.

Nathan might not have been particularly talented in other areas, but when it came to show business, his word was law.

Banishing someone like Amy—a complete unknown—was laughably easy for him. Even A-list celebrities could disappear overnight if Nathan simply willed it.

The man on the phone was stunned by Nathan's demand.

"A blacklist? You want Ms. Sinclair blacklisted?"

He'd done his research. The original viral clip of Amy had first appeared from Nathan's personal account. And that live stream? It was cut precisely at Amy's most breathtaking moment.

Masterful audience manipulation—he'd hooked them perfectly. The more you conceal, the more desperate people become to uncover. The greater the mystery, the stronger the curiosity. This calculated ambiguity was executed flawlessly.

Only an industry insider could have orchestrated something this polished. Clearly, this was a publicity stunt to launch one of his own proteges.

Nathan's voice was icy with venom. "Exactly. Blacklist her—immediately. And make sure everyone knows."

In this industry, who would dare challenge the Prescotts?

The man hesitated, struggling for words, before finally responding. "Understood... I'll handle it immediately."

After hanging up, Nathan's jaw tightened with fury.

Amy's successes infuriated him beyond measure. Conversely, her suffering brought him immense satisfaction.

In an exclusive restaurant's private dining room, Nathan was hosting an intimate gathering to celebrate Alexander's divorce.

Not exactly celebratory news to broadcast publicly, so Nathan kept it discreet—inviting only Dominic Whitmore. Naturally, Victoria was present too.

Dominic studied Alexander. "Lex, is it true? You and Amy are really divorced?"

Nathan interjected, "You think I'd lie? Victoria and I both witnessed it."

Dominic turned to Alexander, intrigued. "I still don't understand, Lex. What happened between you and Amy to end things this way?"

Alexander poured himself a drink, his tone detached. "She kept crossing lines."

Nathan eagerly stirred the pot. "What else? She couldn't tolerate Victoria. Ever since Victoria returned, Amy's been acting out."

"First, she attacked Victoria, pushed her into the pool—Victoria nearly drowned. And she kept denying everything, playing the innocent victim."

The memory fueled Nathan's anger. "If she hadn't been Lex's wife, consequences would've been far more severe."

Dominic's gaze lingered thoughtfully on Victoria.

Victoria's hand trembled slightly, spilling a few drops from her glass. Truthfully, she'd never been able to decipher Dominic. Charming, polite, the perfect gentleman—irresistible to everyone.

She'd assumed he'd be the easiest in Alexander's circle to manipulate.

She was mistaken.

Beneath his warmth lay impenetrable walls. All her attempts to get close had failed.

Whenever she badmouthed Amy in his presence, Dominic would simply smile politely and say, "I believe, Ms. Langley, you may have misunderstood Ms. Sinclair."

And when others criticized Amy, Dominic always countered, "Lex, I don't think Ms. Sinclair is that type. Perhaps investigate further?"

He never blindly supported her, remaining completely immune to her charms.

She'd even arranged a special performance for Alexander, Nathan, and Dominic, hoping to win him over.