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    Raegan nced at her. “Of course. Everyone in Wront knows Kiley Cooper. But if you’re asking whether I can introduce you…”


    She hesitated. She couldn’t risk revealing their true connection, so she nned to offer only a cautious attempt.


    But before she could finish, Anti cut in, utterly confident. “No. What I mean is… just tell her who I am. That alone will bring her to me.”


    Raegan froze for a fraction of a second. Then, slowly, she reassessed the girl before her. This audacity—this unshakable certainty—suddenly felt right. It was exactly the kind of arrogance one would expect from the founder of Annie Crystal. Her lingering doubts dissolved.


    She even recalled something the Leader once said: “The world nevercks geniuses—or the arrogant. But those who are both? They often wield extraordinary talent, and they refuse to be bound by convention. True brilliance, after all, walks hand in hand with entricity.”


    “You really think she’lle to you?” Raegan asked, testing her onest time. “What if she refuses?”


    Anti blinked,pletely unruffled.


    “Don’t worry,” she said, voice steady and sure. “She won’t refuse. Not if you tell her who I am.”


    Raegan narrowed her eyes. This was precisely what Kiley had been waiting for, yet it felt too seamless.


    Still, a faint smile returned to her lips. “Alright,” she said softly.


    Rosanna, overhearing their conversation, found it unbelievable.


    Were these two insane? Every sentence they spoke was perfectly intelligible, yet strung together, they formed something utterly baffling. What gave this girl—barely seventeen or eighteen—the confidence to believe someone like Kiley would drop everything just to meet her?


    The fragile rapport Rosanna had begun to build with Anti shattered in an instant.


    She had admired the girl’s eloquence, her deep knowledge of Anti’s designs, her ability to articte the vision behind every crystal piece.


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    But now, that same brilliance felt alienating—wrapped in arrogance so absolute it carved a chasm between them.


    “If you’re set on humiliating yourself,” Rosanna muttered under her breath, stepping back, “don’t drag me into it.”


    She couldn’t afford to be associated with such recklessness.


    Even she—Rosanna—would never dare approach Kiley directly. She had spent weeks preparing for tonight: choosing the perfect dress, rehearsing casual encounters, plotting the exact moment to catch Kiley’s eye.


    After all, Mariana was finished. Rumor had it she’d unraveled after the art exhibition—locked away at home, undergoing psychological treatment.


    And Rosanna had no intention of remaining Mariana’s shadow any longer. She was Austen’s wife now—a new identity, a fresh start.


    Around them, whispers began to ripple through the crowd.


    “Did you hear that? That girl actually said she wants Kiley Cooper toe to her? Does she even know what she’s saying?”


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