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    Her voice gentled as she added, “Name your terms, and I’ll agree.”


    “I suppose I’ll tell you once I’ve sorted that out,” Raegan replied with a yfulugh.


    The pull Anti had over others was stronger than Raegan had anticipated, but she only needed the situation to tip in her favor.


    What mattered most was whether Rosanna could be a useful weapon.


    After letting the silence stretch for a beat, Raegan continued, “Anti asked me not to reveal her whereabouts. Still, I did hear the breakfast at Marclif Hotel is worth trying.”


    Once the call ended, Raegan sent Rosanna a message: “We seem to get along well. If you’re freeter today, why don’t we meet for coffee?”


    Overjoyed by the sudden invitation, Rosanna epted without hesitation.


    She rushed into the bathroom, sshed water onto her face, and grabbed her makeup kit. The sleepless night had left dark shadows beneath her eyes, but with practiced hands, she concealed them with foundation and refined her look until it was wless.


    By the time she set her brush down, dawn had already given way to early morning. The clock was nearing seven, and she refused to let the chance of meeting Anti slip away. Without wasting another second, she hurried to the Marclif Hotel.


    In the hotel’s buffet hall, the aroma of fresh coffee and warm baked bread filled the air.


    Anti sat quietly, savoring her breakfast, when someone approached her table.


    “Is this seat free? Would you mind if I joined you?”


    The voice struck a familiar chord, and for a brief moment, it felt as though this had happened before. Anti looked up, her expression mirroring the shock on the woman’s face.


    “It’s you!”


    “It’s you!”


    They blurted the words at the same time.


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    Rosanna quickly pulled out a chair and sat down. “Goodness. That hat almost fooled me into thinking you were someone else.” Excitement brightened her voice. “I never thought I’d run into you here. Yesterday, I assumed you were just another admirer of Anti, but it turns out you were Anti herself.”


    The memory of theirst encounter flickered through Anti’s mind, and the irony made her smile. To her, moments like this felt like a stroke of unexpected luck.


    “I wasn’t hiding on purpose,” she said. “I just prefer keeping things low-key.”


    Rosanna nodded eagerly. “Of course. I get it.” Her gaze drifted to Anti’s te, and she added, “Oh! We even have the same preferences in food.”


    What she didn’t say was that she had already spotted Anti earlier and had been quietly watching her every move. After all, building a bond often started with something as simple as shared tastes.


    Although startled once again, Anti kept herposure and praised Rosanna’s choices.


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