Nathan Prescott, who had been eagerly waiting to witness Amy Sinclair's downfall, stood frozen in disbelief.

"What in the world? How is this happening? Why are all these mainstream journalists fawning over Amy like she's some kind of saint? Have they lost their minds?" he muttered under his breath.

Victoria Langley's smug smile hadn't even fully faded before reality slapped her in the face. She had no idea what was unfolding before her eyes.

The flashes of cameras were relentless as reporters swarmed around Amy, their voices overlapping in a chorus of admiration.

They praised her generosity, her kindness, her beauty—both inside and out. Finally, one entertainment journalist couldn't take it anymore and sneered at the government press, "This woman is drowning in scandals. Don’t let her fool you!"

A government reporter shot back icily, "And who do you think manufactured those scandals in the first place? I'm here to interview a philanthropist, not to spread baseless rumors. And I suggest you watch your words—we're broadcasting live. Ms. Sinclair is now a public figure. Any defamatory statements could land you in legal trouble."

The entertainment journalists paled, immediately scrambling for their phones.

The news had already spread—Amy had been blacklisted across all major platforms. Without approval from higher-ups, no stories about her, positive or negative, could be published. Yet, under official sanction, her so-called scandals had been allowed to circulate unchecked.

With her accounts deactivated, Amy had been effectively silenced, unable to defend herself.

This was nothing new to these journalists—they knew exactly what happened when someone crossed the wrong people. You didn’t get a chance to fight back.

This time, they had been sent with one mission: dig up dirt on Amy, and if there wasn’t enough, fabricate some. They all knew no positive news about her would ever see the light of day.

To them, it was just a job—a paycheck, nothing more. That was the stark difference between them and the government press.

But what none of them expected was that six out of the top ten trending headlines were now about Amy’s charity work.

The moment they saw those articles, reality hit them like a ton of bricks. While they had been busy trying to tarnish her reputation, the high-and-mighty government reporters—who usually looked down on the entertainment press—were now surrounding Amy, singing her praises.

There was hardly anything more humiliating.

Even if they were just following orders, none of them could hide their discomfort at being so thoroughly outplayed.

Then, a sharp voice sliced through the air, shattering the moment.

"If she's truly so selfless, why not donate anonymously? Ms. Sinclair, if you're as virtuous as they claim, why plaster your name all over these donations?"

Silence fell instantly. Every head turned toward the entertainment reporter who had spoken.

Basking in the attention, the man smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

"What's wrong, Ms. Sinclair? Did I strike a nerve? Is that why you're speechless?"

Amy met his gaze calmly, not a flicker of panic in her expression.

She replied, her voice steady, "May I ask you, sir—what exactly do you think I stand to gain from this?"

The reporter scoffed. "Publicity. Fame."

Amy nodded slowly. "And what, in your opinion, would that achieve for me?"