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    A chill flickered in Elliana’s eyes as a cold, knowing smile curved her lips. ssic Campbell strategy. No theatrics, no drama. Just a clean, surgical strike aimed straight at the heart. No room left to retaliate. But she wasn’t rattled. The Rosa brand was never meant to be a fortress—it was a yground, a side project that amused her more than it enriched her. Losing it wasn’t worth a war.

    Not yet.

    “What now, Elliana?” Adah’s voice was taut with panic, her fists clenched.

    Elliana allowed herself a faint smile. “We do nothing. Let them believe they’ve won. This is just their opening act—a warning meant to rattle me into retreat. And for now… I’ll let them think it worked.”

    She met Adah’s wide, disbelieving eyes. “Call the CEO. Tell him to file for bankruptcy—immediately.”

    Adah’s voice spiked in rm. “What? Elliana, you can’t mean that! Filing for bankruptcy will crush fans around the world! Everything you poured into Rosa—it’ll be gone. Just like that?”

    Elliana’s expression didn’t waver. Her voice was cool, collected—almost too calm. “Rosa is the only identity they’ve managed to trace back to me so far. Since they want to erase me, their first target has to be Rosa.”

    She continued, measured and resolute, “Rosa is just one name among many, one piece of a muchrger game. I can afford to lose it. We can’t jeopardize everything over one sacrificed pawn. This move is calcted.”

    “But—” Adah opened her mouth to protest—but Elliana’s voice cut through, sharp and final. “Adah, just do it.”

    Defeated, Adah’s shoulders slumped in resignation. “Alright. I’ll make the call.” She turned and ryed the instruction, her voice heavy.

    Within the hour, the bankruptcy filing wasplete. The Rosa brand—once a gleaming star in the fashion world—was officially shuttered.

    There was no farewell tour, no press conference, no carefully curated statement to its loyal admirers. The brand vanished in silence. A legacy erased with a few strokes of a pen.

    Adah was still confirming the final details with Elliana when Damian burst through the door, breathless and wide-eyed. “There’s a group at the front gate,” he said, panting. “They say they’re from the Campbell family. And they’re not being subtle—they’re demanding to see you by name.”

    Elliana’s smile deepened,ced with a hint of amusement. “Right on cue.”

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    ssic Campbell ybook: first, destroy the brand to shake her foundation, and then storm in to apply the pressure, hoping to find her vulnerable.

    The instant Elliana’s words faded, a swarm of imposing men d in ck surged into the living room.

    Regal Grove’s members had followed Elliana’s orders with precision, each careful to mask their true identities as Thorn Rose operatives, blending in as if they were just ordinary folks.

    Acting the part of a run-of-the-mill security guard, Damian let himself be “defeated” when the Campbell crowd swept in, then slipped away as if to raise the rm.

    Clifton yed his role, never drawing attention as a nondescript butler, while Kieran picked up a broom, and Heather kept up a brisk pace in the kitchen. Adah adopted her disguise to mask her beauty, wide-eyed and awkward as a hick. Gathered together, they put on a disy of uneasy people huddling in the corner.

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