Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Some people took the opportunity to quietly snap a few photos, while others went even further, filming live videos. The camera was almost on Tiffany's face, capturing every subtle expression she made as if they weren't willing to miss a moment of the drama. Just like after the engagement party, when Tiffany was accused of having a scandalous private life-secretly meeting with her lover and even injuring Richard-many people live-streamed themselves making a fuss at Cedar Ridge Villa.

Everyone seemed eager to take advantage of her downfall. Many saw it as an opportunity to make quick money by stirring drama for attention and profit. But once Richard regained consciousness, all those people were arrested and are still locked up in prison to this day. Tiffany looked up coldly. "Keep your phone away from me."

They were not only filming up close but even had the flash on. Talk about being dedicated to getting the gossip..

The man live-streaming suddenly caught Tiffany's piercing gaze For some reason, even though she was a notorious young woman, that look held an undeniable sense of authority.

The man flinched, and though he wasn't willing to miss the moment, he stepped back obediently, at least pulling his phone away from her face.

Grelle was still sitting on the ground. Tiffany looked down at her casually, her tone mocking. "What's wrong? Did the fall leave you unable to get up? Or are you waiting for the person you've been thinking about to help you up?"

Grelle's expression stiffened. She had stayed on the ground, hoping more people would witness Tiffany's arrogance and bullying. However, Tiffany calling her out made her look like she had overplayed the act.

As for Richard, Tiffany had guessed correctly, she did have that intention.

She had heard that Richard had just returned from a business trip and had landed at the same airport, arriving only ten minutes ago. It meant that he was about to appear any moment now,

Grelle struggled to get up from the ground, and as she did, her eyes caught a group of people strolling toward the airport entrance. The man at the front was tall and dignified, exuding an aura of authority and power that could be felt from a distance. It was none other than Richard.

Grelle's eyes flickered, and as she stood up, she pitifully called out, "Tiffany... please don't be so harsh with me. I've always seen you as my friend.

Tiffany was disgusted. "Cut the act, it's repulsive," she said.

After saying that, Tiffany prepared to leave, but Grelle just never learned. Not only did she approach her again, but she even grabbed her hand. Tiffany, now truly annoyed, swung her arm forcefully. Grelle screamed and then fell backward. Just as this happened, Richard approached. The onlookers quickly moved aside, not daring to provoke such an influential figure.

As a result, Grelle fell straight toward Richard. He could easily catch her with a slight extension of his hand, making it a perfect moment for a heroic rescue.

However, Richard didn't even furrow his brow. His handsome face remained expressionless as he looked past Grelle and locked his intense gaze on Tiffany. His brown eyes, sharp and piercing, seemed to burn with an unspoken intensity. Grelle fell straight down with a loud thud, falling flat onto the cold, unforgiving tiles. The crowd around them winced at the sound, feeling as though their heads were aching in sympathy, sensing it looked painful.

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Grelle's eyes

filled with tears, and she was unable to get up from the ground in pain. She never expected that Richard, with only a step's distance, could remain so indifferent. His gaze remained cold and detached, never once pausing on her as if she didn't exist.

Grelle, in pain and on the verge of tears, called out pitifully. "Mr Hampton..."

Richard moved. Grelle was hopeful, but then she watched as he walked past her, his expression unchanged, and headed straight toward Tiffany.

Tiffany paused momentarily, instinctively stepping aside to give him room. She hadn't forgotten how Richard had ignored. her back in school. So, at that moment, she didn't expect him to have any interaction with her either.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Just as Tiffany stepped aside, she felt her collar being yanked. Looking up, she found herself face to face with Richard's strikingly handsome features, so close she could feel his breath

"You... Tiffany was stunned, unable to voice her confusion in time. Before she could react, Richard grabbed her by the collar and started walking forward, treating her like a petite pet in his grasp.

"Let go of me!" Tiffany struggled, but in just a few steps, she was shoved into the car.

"Let's go, came the cold, authoritative voice.

John glanced at the rearview mirror and, not daring to defy the command, immediately started the car. Tiffany finally managed to escape his grip, but the car was already in motion.

She had no choice but to shrink to the side. Richard sat in the backseat, his posture and expression as impassive as ever-his emotions unreadable, leaving her unable to decipher his thoughts.

But for some reason, Tiffany

couldn't shake the feeling that

Richard looked especially pale

today. His usually firm, thin lips were

slightly pale, and his complexion

appeared more drained. She

thought, "Could it be that the wound from the stab still hasn't healed?

Tiffany opened her mouth, intending to ask about his condition, but ultimately, she swallowed her words. The atmosphere in the car grew uncomfortably silent, almost eerie. It wasn't until the luxury car came to a stop at Royal Bay that the stillness was broken. Richard suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Tiffany, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Get out of the car," he commanded.

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Tiffany was speechless, thinking that Richard was domineering and fierce.

Tiffany gritted her teeth, steeling herself as she exited the car. Just a few days ago, she had sworn never to return to Royal Bay, yet she was dragged back against her will. However, it was more like being seized.

Richard directly hauled Tiffany to the

second floor. As they entered, the servants, especially John, looked at her with strange, puzzled

expressions. His gaze was the most complicated, as if she had done something wrong to everyone in Royal Bay.

Tiffany hated that feeling, especially since the situation made her feel even more suffocated. She directly asked, "You brought me here. Is there something you need?"

"This is also your home, Richard said, his lips tightly pressed together. He continued, "If you don't like this place, I have other properties. Choose one you like and decorate it however you wish."

Tiffany was momentarily speechless. It wasn't that she disliked the place; it was the strained relationship between them and the rigid, uncomfortable atmosphere that she couldn't stand..

When they had just met in Royal Bay, Tiffany had casually mentioned wanting a fruit orchard. Without hesitation, he had immediately instructed someone to tear down the designer's preserved garden and turn it into an orchard. 14:26 Sat, Nov 23

Richard was now repeating things like this, repeatedly making concessions for her. If she had heard this before, she would have felt grateful.

Tiffany closed her eyes in thought. The scene disgusted her, especially when she thought about what she had witnessed a few days ago at the Meryeason Hotel