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    His phone hadn’t stopped ringing since morning. Business partners, investors, even foreign distributors—everyone was fixated on one question: Would Anti appear at the Cooper g?


    After all, in the world of high jewelry, Anti wasn’t just a designer. She was a legend.


    But Richie had no answers. He hadn’t been able to reach Anti at all.


    He nced again at the stack of invitations on his desk—dozens of them—and recalled Anti’sst instructions.


    Enough waiting. He pushed open his office door to find his senior executives already assembled in the hallway.


    “Book flights to Wront immediately,” he announced. “Whether our founder attends or not, we must see Radiant Jewels’ new collection with our own eyes.”


    At an exclusive Cooper-owned venue, Rosanna arrived a full hour early.


    But contrary to her expectations, she was the only guest present. Not a single other attendee had shown up ahead of schedule.


    Worse still, a server informed her that, due to ast-minute change in ns, Kiley might not arrive until the very end of the evening.


    Rosanna’s expression darkened for a moment, but sheposed herself swiftly, retreating to a quiet corner to sit.


    Then, scrolling through her phone, she saw the flood of posts about Anti. Her breath caught. Her entire body quivered with excitement.


    “Anti’s really going to be at the charity g?” Rosanna snapped her head up from her phone, pupils contracting in disbelief, her voice trembling with barely contained excitement.


    After all, Anti meant something far deeper to her than just another celebrity.


    Though many assumed singing was Rosanna’s lifelong dream, it had always been nothing more than a hobby.


    Her true ambition had never wavered: to be the world’s greatest jewelry designer andunch her own brand—just like her idol.


    And that idol, from the very beginning, had always been Anti, the visionary founder of Annie Crystal.


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    Overwhelmed by anticipation, she quickly posted on social media. “Oh my god! Am I actually going to meet my idol Anti at tonight’s charity g?”


    Within three minutes, the post had already racked up over ten thousand likes.


    Thement section erupted instantly.


    “Rosanna is a fan of Anti, too?”


    “Wait, Rosanna’s an Anti fan too? Amazing, so am I!”


    “Please get me an autograph! I’ll owe you big time!”


    “If Anti shows up tonight, it’ll be a historic night for Wront!”


    Rosanna stared at her screen, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She hadn’t expected a single post to her over two thousand new followers so quickly. Clearly, Anti’s fanbase was massive.


    An hour passed in the blink of an eye.


    At Orchid Land, the most exclusive private club in Wront, crystal chandeliers poured golden light across the room like liquid gold. Champagne towers shimmered on long banquet tables, and silver trays drifted through the crowd in the hands of impably dressed servers. Every dish looked like a masterpiece plucked straight from a gallery.


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