Amy’s POV
The drive back to the palace felt longer than usual. Amy’s eyes were heavy, her body tired from all the chaos that had unfolded earlier. She could still feel the lingering tension in her shoulders, the kind that came from trying to hold everything together when it felt like the world was falling apart. But despite the exhaustion, there was a spark of satisfaction burning inside her. Queen had gone too far this time—trying to mess with her family was the final straw.
As she parked her car and turned off the engine, she took a deep breath. Before stepping out, she grabbed her phone and sent a quick message to her assistant.
“Make sure Queen’s company goes bankrupt by sunrise. I don’t care how it’s done. Pull every connection we have,” she said firmly, her tone cold and decisive.
