The office plunged into an unsettling quiet.

The surveillance footage revealed the entire incident in shocking clarity. It wasn't Amy who had carelessly veered into Victoria—it was Victoria who had intentionally rammed into Amy.

Victoria had lied. Which meant every eyewitness account had been fabricated.

This video was a seismic revelation, a truth bomb waiting to detonate. The fallout would be catastrophic once it went public.

Gregory lowered his voice. "Mr. Blackwood, Ms. Sinclair intends to release the footage in thirty minutes. What should we do?"

If this got out, Victoria's reputation would be obliterated.

Alexander remained silent for a long moment before finally speaking. "Swap the video first. Prepare the car. We're leaving for the press conference immediately."

Gregory's eyes widened, but he nodded and hurried out.

He had expected Alexander to shield Victoria, but not like this. Replacing the evidence during a live global broadcast? That was ruthless.

Amy had every right to clear her name. But if the video was switched, she might never escape the blame.

Then again, if the truth surfaced, Victoria wouldn't just be exposed as a liar—she'd be branded a homewrecker, a label society would never let her live down.

Gregory exhaled quietly. Between Amy and Victoria, Alexander had made his choice.

The press conference began precisely on schedule, with Amy stepping onto the stage.

Camera flashes erupted like fireworks, blinding in their intensity.

Amy scanned the room, her voice steady as she announced, "Before we proceed, I'd like to share something with all of you."

The lights dimmed, and the screen behind her flickered to life.

The audience leaned forward, anticipation thick in the air.

But the screen remained blank.

A murmur of confusion spread through the crowd.

"What's happening? Where's the video?"

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"I thought we were getting a bombshell. This is nothing."

The chatter grew louder, phones snapping photos of Amy's frozen expression.

Online, the live chat exploded with mocking comments.

Amy's brow furrowed. Something was wrong.

A staff member rushed to her side, whispering urgently. "Ms. Sinclair, someone replaced the file."

For a heartbeat, Amy was stunned—then realization struck. Her lips curled into a cold, defiant smile.

"No matter. I have backups. The footage is in my cloud. Or better yet—" She pulled out her phone. "I'll show everyone right here."

Modern technology meant the cameras could zoom in, capturing every damning detail even without the screen.

Did Alexander really think swapping the video would stop her? He was delusional.

Just then, a commotion erupted at the entrance.

A voice rang out. "Alexander Blackwood is here!"

Every head turned as the imposing figure strode into the room.