Victoria's cheeks burned with humiliation.

"I never imagined Alexander would actually get the celebrity to come."

"Now you can stop worrying, can't you?"

Nathan paused, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Did you see Amy? She looked utterly ridiculous. Alexander won't even allow her near Blackwood Enterprises anymore. Meanwhile, you didn’t need an announcement—they just let you walk right in. That’s the difference."

The elevator came to a smooth halt.

Together, they stepped out toward Alexander’s office.

Nathan never missed an opportunity to twist the knife when it came to Amy.

"Alex, we saw Amy downstairs on our way up. Isabella mentioned you’d given strict orders—Amy is banned from Blackwood Enterprises, and anyone who lets her in is fired on the spot."

"But of course, Amy didn’t care. She tried to force her way in anyway. Isabella couldn’t stop her, so she had to call security. Victoria and I walked right into the whole scene."

"Victoria, being too kind for her own good, actually tried to defend Amy. Not that it mattered—Amy just turned around and mocked us instead..."

Alexander paused, surprise flickering in his sharp gaze.

"Amy was here?"

"Yeah. Isabella said after the last time she slipped past security, you nearly fired both the receptionist and the guards. Now, Isabella doesn’t even let her linger for a second..."

Before Nathan could finish, Alexander abruptly called out, "Gregory, go downstairs and bring Amy up."

Nathan and Victoria exchanged stunned glances, completely bewildered.

About ten minutes later, a hesitant knock sounded at the office door.

Gregory stepped in, looking uneasy. "Mr. Blackwood, Ms. Sinclair... she’s already left."

Half an hour later, Isabella approached Amy with a pinched expression.

"Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Blackwood... requests that you return to the office."

So Amy hadn’t been lying after all.

She really did have an appointment with Alexander.

Amy lazily scrolled through her phone, not even bothering to glance up. "Tell Alexander I’m busy right now. I don’t have time."

At that moment, Amy was lounging in a plush café chair, looking anything but occupied.

Isabella knew Amy was making her suffer on purpose.

Gritting her teeth, Isabella lowered her voice.

"Ms. Sinclair, I apologize for earlier... It was my mistake. Please don’t hold it against me."

Amy watched Isabella struggle to choke down her pride before calmly sipping her coffee.

"You’re in no position to negotiate with me. If you want me to come back, tell your boss to ask me himself. If he can’t control his own employees, that’s his problem."

Isabella gaped at Amy, stunned.

Alexander had already sent her to apologize and personally invite Amy back—wasn’t that concession enough?

And yet Amy still refused to budge. She was actually acting superior?

Who did she think she was?

But Amy ignored Isabella’s shock, continuing to scroll through her phone at a leisurely pace.

Alexander worked fast—the online rumors were already fading from headlines, and the trolls had noticeably quieted.

Isabella opened her mouth, wanting to warn Amy not to push her luck.

But it was painfully clear—the woman before her wasn’t the same pushover from before.

She’d walked away without hesitation, and now she spoke with unshakable confidence. Amy wasn’t someone to be trifled with anymore.

Swallowing her pride, Isabella could only retreat to deliver the message.

"Mr. Blackwood, I’ve already apologized to Ms. Sinclair, but she refuses to return unless you invite her personally."

A faint trace of resentment laced Isabella’s words as she spoke.