Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 2

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 2

Tiffany felt a surge of exhilaration after ending the call with such decisiveness.

Meanwhile, Kenneth was left dumbfounded. Tiffany always reacted with meekness and caution, no matter how harshly he spoke. But this time, she had actually cursed at him and hung up.

Looking at his phone, Kenneth sneered, “Playing hard to get, aren’t you?”

On the other side, Tiffany felt satisfied, thinking. This is just the beginning, Kenneth Harper! Soon, I’ll break off this ridiculous engagement between us!”

After cutting off the call with that scoundrel, Tiffany immediately dialed home. The sound of her mother’s worried voice nearly brought her to tears. In her previous life, her family home had burned to the ground while she was still in prison. By the time she was released, all that awaited her was a lonely gravestone.

Everyone had said her mother died by suicide, setting the house on fire, and Tiffany had naively believed it-until she later discovered her uncle had cruelly murdered her mother. Tiffany choked back her tears. “Mom, I’m fine. I miss you and want to come home.”

Her mother, assuming her daughter had been bullied, quickly replied, “Alright, come home now. If anything is bothering you, we’ll discuss it when you return. Where are you? I’ll come and pick you up right away.”

Tiffany gave her mother the address, but her water-damaged phone became unusable as soon as the call ended.

Determined to make it easier for her mother to find her, Tiffany stood up and limped forward. However, after only a few steps, she heard a mu**d groan from a nearby grove, accompanied by a thick, metallic scent of blood.

Having endured countless hardships, especially the years of abuse while in prison, Tiffany had transformed from a helpless young lady into someone tough and formidable. Her senses were sharp, and her instincts were honed.

Tiffany hesitated after hearing the noise. She wasn’t one to meddle in others’ affairs, but a memory flashed before her eyes.

While hesitating, Tiffany recalled a news story about Richard Hampton from the powerful Hampton family. She remembered reading about how he had been ambushed and how he collapsed from severe blood loss after escaping. Although he was later rescued, the Hampton family had kept the details of the incident tightly under wraps.

‘Could it be… Tiffany thought, her heart racing. Could the person in the grove really be Richard Hampton?”

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The Hampton family was with power and prestige throughout the city. It was an ancient clan that commanded immense respect and fear.

Richard Hampton was the aging patriarch’s youngest son, the backbone of the family. A prodigy with extraordinary talent, Richard was a prominent figure in the business world, holding the Hampton family together with his sharp insight and unyielding resolve.

Tiffany’s mind raced as she weighed her options. Making a good impression on Richard might prove invaluable if she ever needed the Hampton family’s assistance in the future.

Guided by the faint sounds she had heard earlier, Tiffany began a lengthy search. Though she didn’t find anyone at first, she eventually stumbled upon a large pool of fresh blood beneath a tree. The amount of blood indicated that the person was seriously injured.

Crouching down, Tiffany touched the blood, noting that it was still wet. Hence, she figured that the injured person couldn’t have gone far.

Just as she prepared to continue her search, Tiffany felt a rush of wind, like someone was about to strike from behind. Instinctively preparing to dodge, she suddenly reconsidered. Raising her hands in a gesture of surrender, she called out, “Wait! I’m not a bad guy!”