Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415 

Even Owen couldn’t figure out what Tiffany was up to. Before he could intervene, he watched as she snapped her fingers and had the troublemakers tied up. It was clear that things were escalating quickly. 

Owen felt anxious and quietly urged, “Tiffany, I will handle this matter. Please have them released, and we need to get this person on the floor to the hospital immediately… It would have been too late to save him if they had been delayed longer. 

Tiffany smiled reassuringly and said, “Don’t worry; leave it to me. Then, she produced a needle from her hand. 

A keen–eyed customer spotted her and laughed, saying, “What do you need that needle for? Are you planning to do some embroidery?” Laughter erupted from all around. 

Even the men tied up for causing the disturbance couldn’t help but scoff at the scene. “Do you think you can pull off some tricks? Do you even know who we are?” 

“Oh, who are you? Just a few lapdogs sent by Morwen Xanthus, Tiffany said with a knowing smile, exposing their true identities. 

The Azure Sea Royal Family was well–known for its rare medicinal herbs, and the people there were skilled in using them. The person lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing, indeed appeared to have stopped breathing. 

Even if the ambulance arrived, the doctors would likely declare that the individual had lost all vital signs and that resuscitation efforts were futile, with the cause of death determined as food poisoning. 

It was a ruthless move, using a potential manslaughter case to bring down Maximus restaurant. It relied on the assumption that Owen wouldn’t want to see his hard work go to waste, believing that he would compromise under intimidation and temptation. 

However, what no one knew was that the man lying on the ground in a state of unconsciousness was merely faking his death. 

Tiffany waved the needle in her hand, unfazed by the malicious jeers coming from all directions. She slowly crouched down, looking at the man feigning death on the ground, her smile filled with meaning. “Stay still; I won’t hold back,” she said as the needle descended. 

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The man on the ground remained utterly still. Meanwhile, the bound companions broke into a cold sweat, their eyes fixed on Tiffany as if she were out of her mind. “You plan to stab him! You can’t be serious about desecrating a corpse,” one of them exclaimed. 

The other diners found the situation cruel and couldn’t help but interject, “Someone has collapsed in your restaurant, and instead of rushing to the hospital, you’re just stalling? It is incredibly irresponsible.” 

“Exactly, the young girl doesn’t know what she’s doing. How can you, Mr. Hughes, just let her act recklessly like this?” 

Amidst the chorus of accusations, Owen felt overwhelmed. Yet, he gritted his teeth and chose to wait a little longer. He thought that maybe Tiffany had a plan after all. 

The others shook their heads in disbelief, one of them murmuring, “Alright then, let’s make a bet. Let’s see if Miss Kelley had what it took to save someone with a needle.” The person then changed their tope, saying, “Anyway, I don’t believe it. Do 

you?” 

“Of course not,” came the laughter that erupted around them. 

In their opinion, relying on a mere trophy who depended on men to save lives was unrealistic. Tiffany’s former image was that of a lovesick, chasing after men and little else. 

Even with her recent behavior change, besides that dangerously beautiful face, Richard’s influence stilearned her any respect; without it, no one would take her seriously. 

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Chapter 415 

The crowd shook their heads and sighed, assuming that Tiffany’s fearless confidence, seemingly unafraid of risking life, ultimately came from Richard’s support. With him backing her, she dared to act so boldly. Regardless of what others thought, Tiffany had already administered the second needle. 

This time, unlike the painless needle in the shoulder, Tiffany placed the needle at the top of the person’s head. 

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The long needle gradually pierced downward, and a few onlookers, deeply engrossed, shuddered as if watching a needle. sink into their vein. The bound companion’s expression shifted a few more needles and this feigned state of death would be impossible to maintain! 

They wanted to intervene, but Tiffany’s hands moved swiftly, and two more needles pierced down simultaneously. 

“Ah!” With a scream, the half–conscious man on the ground suddenly sat up, his jaw trembling from the pain. 

He was unaware of his surroundings, still thinking his companion had woken him after completing the task. Groggily, he asked. “Is it done? Did Owen sign the papers?” No one responded. 

Only then did the man, with three needles in his head, slowly open his eyes. The first thing he saw was a charming, ethereal 

face. 

Her brows resembled distant inkbrush strokes, and her eyes were like clear springs. The young girl crouched before him, exuding a lazy elegance like a fairy or a mythical being. She looked as if she had stepped right out of a painting. 

The man was momentarily stunned, his eyes filled with amazement. Before he could recover from the shock, the girl smiled gently and asked, “Are you alright? If you’re fine, that’s truly wonderful.” 

He instinctively replied, “I’m fine. With my strong physique, how could anything be wrong? I fell on purpose; I hope I didn’t 

scare you.”