Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1208 Chapter 1210: Anti stepped out, hurried inside, and locked the door behind her. Only then did she press her back against the chilled surface and slide down until she sat on the floor, finally daring to look at the card in her hand. Its dark finish shimmered with gold patterns and delicate etching, and a string of numbers sat in the corner like a secret code. This kind of wealth was beyond anything she had ever held. When Kiley casually mentioned "a five-million advance," Anti had nearly lost control of her expression.

But she'd forced herself to remember the role she was playing-an untouchable genius designer, someone who should look unmoved by "trivial" sums and perfectly capable of weathering any storm. So instead of reacting, she'd only narrowed her brows slightly and let her gaze drift away, like those cold-blooded negotiators in movies. The pause had worked exactly as she'd hoped. Kiley had immediately sweetened the deal. "That's only the advance. There's another fifteen million in compensation, plus half the profits from our future projects." Hearing that, Anti had almost laughed on the spot.

Her heart had pounded with unrestrained excitement. Now, back in the hotel room, she sucked in a sharp breath, clutched the black card tighter, and pressed her free hand to her chest as if that could keep her from bursting apart. "Five million is already more than enough," she whispered. The composure she'd worn like a mask all the way back finally shattered here. A bright laugh spilled from her lips as she scrambled to the bed and flung herself onto it. She bounced, then rolled across the mattress with the carefree delight of a child.

Flat on her back, she lifted the black card toward the ceiling, grinning like an idiot as she admired it. "Such a pity..." Her laughter cut off, and the smile drained from her lips. "I'm not really Anti." She pushed herself upright, her gaze drifting to the laptop on the desk. Luck alone hadn't carried her through these past few months. Every time she wore Anti's name, situations surfaced that demanded real design work. At first, she'd dodged them with clever excuses.

But as her reputation solidified, her weekends were often swallowed by the library-so her admirers would keep believing in the persona she performed. Don't miss out gαℓησνls․cøm She devoured everything she could find about jewelry: studies on metal flexibility, the precision of gemstone cuts, the elegance of Renaissance motifs, even daring futuristic concepts. And in forcing herself to learn, she'd become something close to a true expert. Sketch after sketch filled her notebooks as she practiced by imitating Anti's masterpieces.

Before long, she'd produced more than a thousand drafts, many of them proudly displayed for her supporters to see. In her hometown's elite circles, no one suspected she was anything but authentic. Who would question someone who could capture the very spirit of "The Multitude" series with such uncanny precision? "In any case, I'd better put together a few sketches, just to be safe." Her voice steady, Anti tucked the black card away, crossed the room, and flipped open her laptop. . . . Message from Noah: Wishing all my dear readers a wonderful weekend!

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