Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1193 Chapter 1195: Raegan's breath hitched. She looked the girl over carefully, the entire situation suddenly feeling impossible to believe. "You're not playing me this time, are you?" Raegan asked carefully. "Do you even know when Annie Crystal was founded?" Just because this girl occupied the room Kiley had specified didn't prove she was alone-or even who she claimed to be. She could be Anti's younger sister or daughter. Raegan had to be certain. As she spoke, she silenced her phone and pulled up Annie Crystal's public profile beneath the table.

"How could I not know?" Anti blinked, unfazed. "Two years ago-right after my fifteenth birthday-I launched it with my cousin. Crystals have been my obsession since I was six." "And what sectors does Annie Crystal operate in?" Raegan pressed. "Crystals, jewelry, crafts, perfume, and gaming," Anti replied enthusiastically. "We're about to launch a brand-new dress-up game-you play as the main character, complete all kinds of challenging missions, and collect different outfits." The more she talked, the more animated she became, as if she were pitching a game project.

It left Raegan torn-was this really Anti, or an imposter? But all of that information could be looked up by anyone with enough effort. So Raegan posed her final question. "If you really are Anti, then why have you never shown your face before? And where's your assistant? You didn't come here alone, did you?" She studied the girl's expression closely, missing no detail, then added, "After all, even if the founder of Annie Crystal is still in high school, she'd still need a professional manager and dedicated assistants to handle day-to-day operations.

Your main focus should be on your studies, right?" "You're absolutely right," Anti said calmly, "but I don't particularly enjoy being interrogated like this." Lɑτєѕτ cнαρτєrs n glovєl.o Her expression showed no trace of panic. Composed and collected, she reached into her handbag, took out her passport, and slid it across the table. "Any more questions?" Raegan looked down at the passport. The name clearly read: Anti. Her age and birthplace matched the publicly available information exactly. "Are you convinced now?" Anti asked.

"As for my assistant-he won't arrive until right before the gala starts. Honestly, I'm the one with the lightest workload in the whole company, so my studies aren't affected at all. We have a professional team and career managers handling operations-I don't need to spend much energy on it." Then Anti pulled a gold-embossed invitation from her bag. "This is the invitation to the Cooper Group Charity Gala. I think I don't need to explain anything further.

If you accept my offer, we can't sign a contract right away-but I can arrange for you to do a few photoshoots and feature you in the next issue of Fashion Gems. I'm quite close with the magazine's editor-in-chief. It's a rare opportunity." . . .