Chapter 1293:


    “What… is she doing?”


    “Didn’t she say the designs were wed? They look gorgeous on her.”


    “Her aura changedpletely. This set looks stunning.”


    On site, Anti let out a sigh of relief. Seeing the jewelry’s effect on Maia, she felt reassured.


    iming these pieces had ws was a joke.


    She smirked to herself—Maia was probably regretting her own im now.


    Rosanna sneered, unable to hold back her amusement. “What happened, Maia? Cat finally got your tongue?”


    Aurielle approached, examining the pieces closely.


    Richie joined her, studying every detail, a faint crease forming on his brow.


    Maia finally spoke. “I believe our experts can already see the problem.”


    Richie froze, eyes wide. He had heard those exact words before—long ago—from the true founder.


    “Talent is the core of jewelry design… Design must center on the wearer.”


    In that moment, it all fell into ce. Maia hadn’t been bluffing or specting—she was the true founder of Annie Crystal.


    Talent is the core of jewelry design—the phrase drifted across the room. Richie’s assistant, a beautiful woman, went rigid. Recognition struck like lightning. Her eyes locked on Maia, standing confident beneath the spotlight. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp of horror.


    This couldn’t be happening. Had Richie failed to see it? Maia was the genuine Anti. That seventeen-year-old girl basking in adoration under those brilliant lights was nothing more than an borately constructed lie.


    The assistant couldn’t remain seated another second. She bolted upright, desperation bleeding into her voice. “Richie! Maia is Anti!”


    But her seat sat too far back. Her words dissolved into the distance, swallowed by the crowd’s sudden, mockingughter.


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    “What is that woman ranting about? Absolutely ridiculous!”


    “Maia just knows how to dress up empty ideas with flowerynguage. Does anyone actually believe she’s Anti?”


    “Could you please sit down? You’re blocking everyone behind you. And iming Maia is Anti? Have you lost your mind?”


    The assistant’s face zed crimson as fury flooded through her veins. “How could you…” She trembled with rage, stunned that guests at such a prestigious event would behave so crudely.


    What she didn’t realize was that these weren’t ordinary guests at all—they were Raegan’s operatives, nted throughout the venue with one purpose: to discredit and tear down Maia.


    Across the audience, fashion design maestro Alice sat forward, her eyes gleaming with pure exhration.


    Maia was everything she’d hoped for and more—not only a visionary fashion designer, but a masterful jewelry creator as well. How could Alice contain her excitement?


    She’d always believed that true designers transcended boundaries, that exceptional creators could conquer any artistic medium. The fundamental principles of beauty remained constant, regardless of the canvas.


    Without hesitation, Alice pulled out her phone and typed a message on Twitter: “Someone capable of designing countless iconic garments naturally understands jewelry. Remember—jewelry and fashion are partners in adornment.”


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