Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 681

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Chapter 681 

The villa where Felix lived was isolated, surrounded by mountains and forests. With winter’s arrival, the wild grass had turned a dull yellow. 

A few maple trees along the roadside had red leaves that fell geraly as the wind blew past. 

The car that had just sped away didn’t go far. Tiffany perched herself on one of the maple trees, watching the movements below from a distance. 

She saw the bald man who had knocked on the door earlier, holding some kind of device, scanning the area. Tiffany recognized it as a tracker, which meant the person they were chasing hadn’t gone too far. 

Once the bald man locked onto the signal, he rushed toward Felix’s car, shouting, Mr. Quaid, that lad has headed into the mountains. Our car can’t get in. But don’t worry. I’ll go catch him myself!” 

“Go ahead,” Felix replied coldly from the back seat, showing no intention of getting out of the car. 

The bald man waved his hand, leading a group of twenty or so men in pursuit. 

Tiffany sneered as she turned and went to another path. 

In the backseat, Felix seemed to sense something. He turned his head to glance at the trees in the distance, faintly swaying in the wind. There was nothing unusual, only the normal rustling of grass around him. 

He frowned, feeling uneasy. He finally decided to get out of the car and follow. 

Using her agility and the abundant power within her, Tiffany swiftly flew to the valley ahead. She arrived before the bald man and his men. However, as she scanned the area, she found no sign of anyone. 

She sniffed the air, detecting the faint scent of blood, and followed it toward a thicket of thorns. 

Under the moonlight, everything was barely visible, shrouded in a veil of mist. Tiffany proceeded cautiously, making no sound. She was uncertain if the person ahead was Richard. 

Just then, a snap sounded behind her. Someone had stepped on a dry twig. 

Before she could turn around, a killing intent surged from behind her. 

Reacting instinctively, she dodged and then swept her foot in a sharp kick. 

Her attacker was caught off guard. He was sent flying and collapsed on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth. 

Tiffany’s voice was full of shock. “Kenneth? What are you doing here?” 

Hearing her familiar voice, Kenneth lifted his head. He was stunned upon recognizing her. He said, “Run! Go!” 

Footsteps approached quickly from a distance. 

“The signal’s up ahead. He couldn’t have gone far. Let’s go!” the bald man yelled, leading his group closer. Tiffany didn’t waste any time. She grabbed Kenneth by the arm and pulled him up. “We need to get out of here, now!” 

“We can’t escape,” Kenneth said with a bitter smile, revealing a silver bracelet on his wrist. It was a tracking device that couldn’t be removed, meaning wherever he went, he would always be found. 

He shook his head. “I can’t drag you down, Tiffany. You need to go.” 

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Tiffany raised an eyebrow, her gaze dismissive. “It’s just a tracker 

“It’s not that simple…” Kenneth tried to explain but suddenly felt his feet leave the ground. He looked down in shock, his eyes wide. “What… you…” 

The shock was so overwhelming that he could barely form word 

Tiffany shot him a glance. “Are you going to grab me or not?” 

Kenneth recovered from his shock and quickly grabbed her hand 

As the bald man and his men arrived, they found the spot where Kenneth and Tiffany had been, but the two were gone. 

The bald man was stunned. He immediately checked the tracker. He was confused, as he saw the red dot speeding away. The movement was so fast, it was almost faster than a car. 

There was no way they could catch up. 

The bald man’s subordinates asked, “Should we continue the pursuit?” 

“How should we catch up to him? Idiot!” The bald man stomped his feet in anger. 

This area was all slopes, so it was impossible to drive. They had no idea how Kenneth managed to escape from under their 

noses. 

The bald man was frantic, clutching his head. Then, he heard Felix’s voice. “Where is he?” 

“Mr… Mr. Quaid,” the bald man stammered, struggling to get the words out. “It seems there’s something wrong with the 

tracker.” 

“What?” Felix turned his gaze toward him, his expression calm but his eyes filled with a chilling fear. 

The bald man could only helplessly say, “It’s not my fault. The tracker’s broken!” 

He handed the tracker to Felix, who took a look at the small red dot on the screen. 

It was moving rapidly but in an odd manner. Within minutes, the dot had transformed into a word, saying, “Trash.” 

The writing was shaky, but clear enough to be read. 

The bald man blurted out angrily, “What the hell? Is this a challenge to us?” 

He was stunned and angry at such a provocation. 

Felix slapped the tracker back into the bald man’s face. He had an unpleasant expression. 

Someone had not only escaped his grasp but also left behind this mockery in the form of a taunt. This was a clear provocation and insult. 

He wondered who this person could be. 

While Felix was fuming, Tiffany stood with her hands on her hips, clearly satisfied with herself. 

Kenneth couldn’t help but chuckle at Tiffany’s proud and satisfied expression, almost as if she were saying, “Look at me, I’m a genius!”