The look on her face was far from what Nathan and Victoria had expected to see.

Nathan's eyebrows drew together. "Amy, what's so amusing?"

Amy's voice was light, almost playful. "I'm laughing because you're a fool."

Victoria let out a soft, mocking chuckle. "Ms. Sinclair, I know you don’t want to appear vulnerable in front of us, but let’s be honest—you’re already in quite the predicament. There’s no shame in admitting defeat."

Her gaze lingered pointedly on the necklace around Amy’s throat.

"If you’re willing to return that necklace to me—oh, and don’t forget your Celestial Nocturne violin—I might just convince Alexander to overlook your little stunt of stealing company secrets."

The necklace Amy wore wasn’t the legendary Poseidon’s Lament, but the one her mother had left her.

Victoria didn’t care about its actual worth. She wanted it simply because it belonged to Amy.

Everything she desired—whether it was the necklace, the violin, or even Alexander himself—should rightfully be hers.

Amy’s smile only widened. "Ms. Langley, I used to think you were sharp. Turns out, you’re not as clever as I believed. You do realize I asked Alexander for a divorce ages ago, don’t you?"

"But you didn’t believe me. You thought I was playing games, so you kept interfering."

"Honestly, if it weren’t for your meddling, Alexander and I would have separated long ago—and I would have walked away with nothing."

"But thanks to you, Ms. Langley, I received an exceptionally generous settlement."

She paused, turning to Victoria with deliberate sincerity.

"Truly, Ms. Langley, you’ve been such a help. Without you, how could I have possibly had the funds to outbid you at those auctions?"

"That Poseidon’s Lament—oh, you wanted it so desperately, didn’t you? If it weren’t for your assistance, I never could have afforded it."

Victoria’s eyes burned with fury. She forced a cold laugh. "Enjoy it while you can. However you got that money, you’ll be paying it back soon enough."

Amy gave her a serene, indifferent smile. "Is that so? Well, we’ll see."

With that, Amy ended the conversation and walked away without so much as a backward glance.

Her words had struck exactly as intended—sharp, ruthless, and perfectly aimed.

Victoria watched Amy leave, hatred twisting her features, her gaze venomous.

Let her have her moment, Victoria thought darkly. Once she steps outside, we’ll see how long that smirk lasts.

Outside the police station, Amy and her attorney had barely taken a few steps before a swarm of reporters descended upon them, surrounding her in an instant.

"Ms. Sinclair, after your sudden rise and fall in the public eye, did you anger someone influential?"

"Ms. Sinclair, why were you at the police station? Is your blacklisting related to criminal activity?"

"Ms. Sinclair, rumors claim you’ve been impersonating Mrs. Blackwood to scam people. Were you questioned for identity fraud?"

The night Amy had been taken in, the online narrative had shifted dramatically.

Thanks to Nathan’s orchestrated smear campaign and a flood of gossip, the internet was now drowning in vicious rumors about her—impossible to silence.

Nathan and Victoria stepped out just in time to see Amy trapped in the media frenzy.

Nathan smirked, pulling out his phone to start a livestream. "Last time, she got lucky with that broadcast. But she won’t escape this time."

Victoria stood beside him, a cold smile playing on her lips as she surveyed the chaos. "Nathan, didn’t you say Alexander was coming? When is he supposed to arrive?"