Chapter 1287:


    By now, Anti had gotten over her initial surprise. She had never been questioned in public before.


    Every time she appeared, she was met with apuse, camera shes, and admiration. The more people praised her, the more humiliated she felt now.


    She clenched her fists tightly. Her nails pressed into her palms. She looked at Maia with a face full of disdain. “You started Annie Crystal?”


    She let out a cold, mocking sound. “I have seen many people like you. Everyone knows I hardly ever appear in public. So every year, someone tries to pretend they are me.”


    Anti’s confidence seemed to grow as she spoke. She looked directly at Maia as she challenged her. “You say you are Anti. What proof do you have?”


    Her words made sense to many people. They quickly agreed with her.


    “Exactly. What right does Maia have to question who Anti is?”


    “Is she just making usations without proof? Let us see the evidence.”


    “Maia is far too arrogant. If she ims to be the founder of Annie Crystal, then I must be the founder of MCN.”


    “Who gave Maia the nerve to do this? This is being shown all over the world. She’d better be ready for the legal consequences of her ims.”


    Off the stage, Rosanna was especially angry. “Since Maia says that, let us see the proof!” she said, repeating the challenge.


    A quiet sigh escaped Maia’s lips, the sound barely audible amid the tense silence.


    In that instant, she understood there was nothing more she could do for the woman before her. Even cornered, Anti clung to herposure with stubborn grace, unwilling to let the mask slip.


    Before Maia could gather her words, a sharpmand shattered the air. “That’s enough!”


    Aurielle, president of the International Jewelry Design Association, shot up from her seat. Her cheeks burned red with fury. “This nonsense has gone far enough. I won’t allow such disgraceful behavior to continue at an event of this importance.”


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    Her hand shot forward, finger aimed directly at Maia. “You chose to question others, so now you must be ready to be questioned yourself.”


    With her chin tilted upward, she spoke with biting authority. “Frankly, I suspect you’re being used to ruin this event. And if you can’t present solid proof…” She paused, her next words falling like a verdict. “You’ll face not only permanent expulsion from the association but also the possibility of legal action for your misconduct today.”


    Gasps rippled through the hall as the weight of her words sank in.


    Because of Aurielle’s outburst, the crowd turned toward Maia, their expressions shifting between sympathy and contempt.


    Somewhere in the back, a quiet snicker broke the uneasy silence. “What’s wrong with her now? Did Maia suddenly forget how to speak?”


    “Now that Aurielle has stepped in, isn’t that enough proof that Anti’s identity is real?”


    At that very moment, Anti decided it was time to y her final move. She reached into her pocket and drew out an identification card, holding it up for everyone to see. “Here’s my ID. It has my photo, my information, and my name. I’ve been called Anti since the day I was born.”


    shes from the photographers’ cameras lit up the hall as therge screen projected a magnified image of the card.


    With a calm, almost triumphant smile, Anti spoke again, “So, what now? Are you going to say my ID’s a forgery?”


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