Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Recalling how June had mentioned that James had come to Lovell City but had not shown himself for some reason, Tiffany realized that only he could be responsible for the fragrance wafting through the air. Seeing the person still attempting to block her, she charged past him and into the building.

She moved quickly, and the two subordinates at the entrance couldn’t react quickly. Just as Tiffany slipped into the elevator, the doors began to close. As soon as she was inside, the doors shut tightly behind her.

They immediately told Garry, “Mr. York, we have an intruder! Someone has broken in!”

Upon receiving the message, Garry immediately opened the surveillance feed. He thought, ‘Who does this think they are, barging in here without considering whose territory they’re trespassing on?’

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But then he caught sight of the stunningly beautiful face on the monitor. As his men moved to initiate security measures to apprehend the intruder, Garry quickly shouted, “Stop! Get back! That’s our Mrs. Hampton!”

“Wait, what?” The group of subordinates looked at each other in confusion, caught off guard by the sudden revelation.

Over there, Garry’s warning echoed, “From now on, be polite when you see her!”

The subordinates finally came to their senses and replied in unison, “Yes!”

At that moment, Tiffany was still in the elevator. The scent seemed to be coming from the top floor of the building. As she watched the floor numbers light up one by one, an inexplicable sense of unease settled in her chest.

It felt as if something was happening-something beyond her control. She hoped it was just her imagination.

The elevator moved swiftly, and with a ping, it arrived at the sixty-eighth floor.

Tiffany stepped out, climbing another half-flight of stairs, and pushed open the safety door between the rooftop and the stairs. Her view opened, and a gentle evening breeze brushed against her skin. She could see the stars above and the neon lights below, but her attention was drawn to the rooftop’s center, where two tall, imposing figures stood in confrontation.

On the left was Richard, while on the right was a familiar silhouette from her memories. Even without seeing his face, Tiffany was confident it was her mentor, James.

Upon seeing her arrive, Richard visibly frowned. In contrast, James looked up and let out a light, knowing laugh.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth and wiped the corner of his lips with his sleeve before turning to face Tiffany. His faint smile was as warm as when he first met her. “I’ve been waiting for you, Tiffany,” he said softly, his voice barely audible as it floated away with the wind.

Tiffany rushed over and wrapped her arms around James, her eyes glistening with tears. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Two years ago, she had disregarded his objections and devoted everything to Kenneth, even to the point of causing a rift between them. Now, she finally had the chance to express her regret.

James chuckled, but the laughter was cut short as he accidentally aggravated his injury, causing him to tremble in pain. Tiffany looked down and gasped at the sight of blood soaking through his dark clothing in multiple places. He was seriously injured.

“It shouldn’t have happened like this…” Tiffany said.

It was clear that Richard inflicted James’s injuries. At that moment, James could no longer hold on. After taking the medicine Tiffany had given him, he fell into a coma.

After placing James on the ground, Tiffany turned to face Richard, whose expression shifted, and asked, “Why?”

Richard’s deep-se eyes held a flicker of fire within their dark depths. After a long silence, an icy voice broke the stillness. “Are you questioning me?”

“I…” It was the first time Tiffany had seen Richard look so terrifying. His brows were sharp and unyielding, and his handsome face bore an icy demeanor devoid of warmth

Richard was the man everyone talked about, who exuded an aura of menace. On the expansive rooftop, the two stood in a silent standoff. As time went on, the evening breeze wafted through, making the rooftop feel cold and piercing to the bone.

At that moment, Garry arrived with a few trusted subordinates. Seeing the scene before him, he was taken aback and wondered, ‘What’s going on here?’

Tiffany took a deep breath and said, “I’m taking him with me.”

Upon hearing this, Garry instantly understood what she meant. He stepped forward and said, “Do you know who he is? He isn’t worth your protection like this.”

Before she could respond, Garry pointed at the unconscious James on the ground and continued, “He came to Lovell City with ulterior motives; he was just trying to find that bo-” He paused abruptly, cutting himself off mid-sentence. It was a secret—a secret powerful enough to drive

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Tiffany frowned and insisted, “I must take him with me.” James’s injuries were too severe; if they didn’t hurry back, even with the medicine to sustain him, he would die from excessive blood loss. After saying this, she crouched and helped James to his feet.

Just as she was about to leave, Richard blocked her path. “What if I don’t agree?” He stared at her intently, his calm eyes seemingly harboring a significant storm within them-anger simmering beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.

Tiffany fell silent momentarily before finally saying, “When we first met, you told me I could come to you for help whenever I needed it.

“Well, I need you to honor that promise now. Please, let me take Mr. Quinn with me.”

After she said this, Richard’s expression darkened utterly. He smiled coldly. “Very well, very well.”

In her most dangerous moments, she had never uttered those words. When faced with a crowd of enemies, she had remained silent. Yet today, at this very moment, she finally spoke up-but it was for someone else.

Richard had never been this angry before; he was so furious that he raised his hand, intending to yank James off Tiffany’s shoulder. However, a sharp switchblade was suddenly placed in front of him. The moment it was drawn, it sliced through the skin of his arm, blood dripping down in steady drops.

In that instant, Tiffany felt as if her heart had been gripped by something, an indescribable pain washing over her. “I’m sorry…” She abruptly withdrew her hand, her usually calm and composed expression finally betraying a hint of panic. She, indeed, hadn’t expected to hurt him.

Richard continued to smile, but the charm in his expression was now unsettling. A chilling emptiness replaced the deep, unfathomable gaze that once held warmth. “Let her go,” he said,

With that instruction, Garry and his subordinates stepped back. Tiffany understood that she and Richard would no longer have any connection from this day forward.

No longer would anyone jump into her bedroom in the middle of the night. No longer would anyone with a wicked smile make her call him as an elder. Tiffany felt her heart gradually sink. With that, she left with James.

Richard stood alone with the slender figure gone from the rooftop; his back turned, radiating a more profound solitude than ever before. Garry watched momentarily, gritting his teeth before rushing out after her.

Before Tiffany could enter the elevator, he stopped her. “How can you be so heartless?” Garry shouted, his anger evident.

“How can you hurt himlike this for the sake of an outsider?”

Tiffany was momentarily speechless, her throat tightening as if it were stuffed with cotton. A pang of emotion left her unable to articulate a single word.

As if demanding an answer, Garry pressed his hand against the elevator door to prevent her from leaving. Tiffany lowered her gaze, her voice a bit hoarse. “My mentor is significant to me.” She felt the weight of her debts and knew she had to repay them.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Garry countered, “But you’re important to him too.” He continued, “I’ve been by Richard’s side for so many years, and I’ve never seen him care for anyone like this. Because it’s you, he even held back in front of his enemies.” He leaned closer, his voice intense. “Do you understand? Do you understand?”

The repeated questioning forced Tiffany to take a step back. She thought, “The relationship between Mr. Quinn and Richard is… enemies?’

Seeing her reaction, Garry shook his head. “Forget it; you wouldn’t understand.” He withdrew his hand and let the elevator doors close.

At the entrance of the building, June had just parked her car when she saw Tiffany helping James out. She hurried over to assist, exclaiming, “What happened to him? He’s hurt so badly! Get him in the car, quickly!”

After helping James into the car, June noticed that Tiffany looked pale. She couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Kelley, are you okay? Did you get hurt?”