Chapter 1303:


    And to her, it was. The stage was set, and the real show was just beginning.


    Turning slightly toward Raegan, who gave a subtle nod, Kiley smiled faintly and raised the microphone.


    “Ladies and gentlemen,” she began, her voice poised and steady, “as the CEO of Cooper Group and owner of Radiant Jewels, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Ms. Watson.”


    A stunned silence fell over the hall. No one had expected that the very woman who once backed the fake Anti would now be thanking Maia—and with such unsettling calm.


    Kiley shifted her weight slightly and faced the camera, her voice steady and sincere. “If Ms. Watson hadn’te forward to expose the truth, who knows how many morepanies might still be misled?”


    Her gaze lingered briefly on Maia, a flicker of admiration in her eyes. “She’s also shared an extraordinary design for the Clover Series—one that gave me valuable insight. Today’s ns may have been thrown off course, but if this helps Radiant Jewels create better pieces for our customers, I’d say it’s a worthwhile oue.”


    With a few well-chosen words, Kiley turned a public rtions disaster into a moment of strength, demonstrating both her leadership and strategic grace as CEO of the Cooper Group.


    The audience broke into apuse. Impressed whispers rippled across the hall.


    “Such poise and quick thinking—no wonder she’s the head of Cooper Group.”


    “After hearing her speak, I can’t wait to see the redesigned Clover Series.”


    “If Maia’s concept is used, the new collection will sell out for sure.”


    Hearing the growing chatter, Kiley’s lips curved slightly in satisfaction. Her eyes found Maia once again, and her tone softened, though it carried a hint of calction. “Maia… or should I say, Anti? Would you consider letting Radiant Jewels purchase your newest design?”


    Maia met her gaze, eyes narrowing as she studied Kiley in silence.


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    Before she could answer, a shrill voice cut through the air like ss. “No! That can’t be true!”


    All heads turned—Rosanna had risen from her seat, eyes bloodshot and full of rage. “You spent four years in prison! How could you possibly be aposer, a designer, a painter, and a jeweler all at once?”


    She stepped forward, her hands trembling, nails digging deep into her palms.


    “Tell us the truth—did you really serve those four years?” Her usation rang through the hall, heavy and raw.


    Rosanna’s world had already crumbled. Maia had destroyed everything she once cherished—and now even her idol, the person she had devoted herself to, turned out to be Maia. Everything she believed in—her dreams, her pride, her purpose—had copsed in an instant.


    It was unbearable.


    So when Raegan’s instructions came, telling her to confront Maia in public, she didn’t hesitate. Not for a moment.


    The atmosphere shifted sharply, tension thickening as whispers filled the room.


    Rosanna’s question struck a nerve—it echoed the doubt many had secretly shared.


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