"By now, I'm certain everyone has seen today's breaking news, haven't they? That's right—Ms. Amy Sinclair is the anonymous benefactor who donated an astonishing sixty million dollars' worth of priceless artifacts, along with an additional forty million in charitable contributions!"

"Among the treasures she gifted to the museum are several long-lost antiquities, previously scattered across foreign lands!"

"Honestly, Ms. Sinclair's generosity is nothing short of extraordinary!"

"I'm sure you're all dying to catch a glimpse of this remarkable woman, aren't you? Well, wait no longer—let's introduce the visionary behind this breathtaking act of philanthropy!"

The camera shifted to Amy, standing at the center of a sea of reporters and spectators.

"Who could have predicted this? The mysterious donor is not only incredibly wealthy but also stunningly beautiful!"

Viewers watching the live broadcast on their phones—or split-screening with their televisions—were left speechless.

"Hold on—doesn't the woman on this livestream look exactly like the one from this morning's scandal?"

"Are you kidding me? They're the same person?!"

"What in the world is happening? Wasn't she just some fraud pretending to be Mr. Blackwood's wife? How did she suddenly become a hundred-million-dollar philanthropist?"

"A hundred million?! Did I hear that correctly? She has that kind of money?"

"Come on, this has to be some kind of PR stunt, right?"

"PR stunt? Get real—this is the National Broadcasting Network! Since when do official news outlets engage in cheap publicity tricks?"

Nathan Prescott's livestream chat erupted into chaos.

Comments flooded in so rapidly they became an indecipherable blur.

At the edge of the crowd, several entertainment journalists who had been shoved aside overheard the questions being asked and froze in shock.

"Wait, isn't this the woman tangled up in that identity scandal? She was exposed for faking her marriage to Blackwood, stirring up controversy online, and I heard she's even under investigation for financial fraud... Are you sure you're interviewing the right person?"

A nearby reporter shot him a withering glare. "You tabloid journalists are all the same—always chasing scandals and twisting narratives. No wonder you're clueless about real news. That's why you'll never be taken seriously in this industry."

The man blinked and instinctively glanced at the microphones the other reporters held.

His face paled.

Every latecomer represented a major news network—some even from the National Broadcasting Network, the most prestigious of them all.

The entertainment reporters exchanged uneasy looks.

"What... what's going on here? Weren't we supposed to be exposing her? How did she suddenly become some celebrated humanitarian?"

They could only gape as the network journalists fought for Amy's attention.

These television reporters didn’t just represent their stations—they embodied the credibility of the press itself. They prided themselves on integrity, ensuring every story they aired was meticulously fact-checked.

To them, entertainment reporters—always hunting for the next scandal, distorting facts, and chasing sensationalism—were little more than glorified gossip peddlers.

At best, they could be called celebrity journalists; at worst, they were just paparazzi with press badges.

Naturally, none of the tabloid reporters dared challenge the network journalists. Deep down, they knew their place in the media hierarchy.

Entertainment reporters would stoop to any level for a scoop, desperate for public attention, while network journalists, fiercely protective of their station’s reputation, treated every interviewee with unwavering professionalism—never fawning over celebrities, never sneering at those embroiled in controversy.

Now, seeing these respected journalists treating Amy with such fervor—it was nothing short of unbelievable.