Nathan had been on the losing end ever since he crossed paths with Amy.

If it weren't for his status as the heir to Prescott Industries and Alexander's intervention, he would have been ruined long ago.

It wasn't until Alexander pointed it out that Nathan finally snapped out of his delusion.

Compared to his so-called "friends," Alexander was infinitely more important.

But Nathan still couldn’t shake the humiliation—last night, Amy had threatened to expose his friends right in front of them, and this morning, she had actually done it.

Still, he refused to let this mess drag Alexander down or tarnish Blackwood Enterprises' reputation.

Nathan understood the stakes perfectly.

He swallowed his pride and apologized, "Alex, I messed up. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I just didn’t want their scandal to reflect badly on you, so I asked you to suppress the news."

Alexander's voice was cool and measured. "If you truly want to distance us from their mess, deleting the news isn’t the solution. What we need is an official statement—a clear declaration that we have no association with them."

Nathan responded immediately, "Got it. I’ll have PR handle it right away."

Meanwhile, Amy received a call from Dominic.

"Celeste, I’m sorry. I was away on business and had no idea what Nathan was up to. I couldn’t warn you in time."

Amy didn’t blame Dominic. If anything, she was grateful for everything he had done for her.

"Mr. Whitmore, you’ve already done more than enough for me. I really appreciate it."

Dominic hesitated before saying, "Celeste, could you call me Dominic, like before?"

Titles meant little to Amy. "Of course, Dominic. And if you ever need my help, just give me a heads-up."

Dominic paused, then admitted, "Actually, there is something."

Amy raised a brow. "What is it?"

"I heard you’re planning a concert. Could you save me a front-row seat?"

Amy was well aware of how Blackwood Enterprises and Prescott Industries were promoting her—they wanted to avoid appearing as greedy corporations, so they were investing heavily in boosting her public image.

She was happy to play along and had even announced an upcoming concert to capitalize on the momentum.

Now, her online popularity had already eclipsed Victoria’s.

Amy was surprised by Dominic’s request. "You really want a ticket to my concert?"

Dominic’s voice was warm. "Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," Amy said slowly. "But... Victoria is holding one too. Aren’t you going to hers?"

Dominic chuckled. "She’s an exceptional violinist, no doubt. But I prefer your piano compositions. Personal preference—I’m sure Nathan and Alex will understand."

Amy relented. "Alright. I’ll make sure you get the best seat in the house."

Once Liam and Oliver’s situation was resolved, Oliver moved back in with Amy.

The two still needed to rehearse for their foreign language performance.

To Amy’s surprise, Oliver had a natural talent for languages.

Perhaps it was his age—children absorbed new information effortlessly.

After hearing the lines three times, Oliver could recite them flawlessly in French.

They had chosen French for their performance.

Oliver’s pronunciation was impeccable, though he struggled with other languages.

Fortunately, the event only required a recitation, so they could focus solely on that.

If it had been a written exam, Oliver would have been in trouble.