Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 7

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 7

It was a fleeting glimpse in the forest, but Tiffany’s stunningly beautiful face and the overly delicate bow left an indelible mark on Richard’s memor

Richard gave Sidney a firm smack on the back. “Stop gawking and place a bet.”

“What?” Caught off guard, Sidney replied without thinking, “Who should I bet on?”

Richard, composed as ever, pointed towards Tiffany below. “Her.”

The bets remained open until the very end, and while everyone’s attention was on the arena, few noticed that someone had just placed a one-million-dollar bet on Tiffany to win.

As Tiffany lazily released her first arrow, the crowd watched intently. The arrow sliced through the air with impressive momentum but, to everyone’s surprise, dropped to the ground without grazing the target-missing by a wide margin.

Laughter erupted from the audience. “I knew it! She’s just a pretty face, nothing more!” someone jeered.

“Yeah, all flash and no substance! What a joke!” another chimed in.

“Looks like we’re in for a good show today. That strip dance is definitely happening!” someone else cheered, the excitement growing among the onlookers.

Amid the roaring laughter, Tiffany remained composed, her face a mask of indifference as she loaded her second arrow. But she missed again.

The crowd’s laughter only grew louder. Tiffany missed five consecutive shots in a flash, not earning a point.

To win now, Tiffany would need to hit the bullseye with each of her next five arrows. But the crowd scoffed at the idea, doubting it was even possible.

Ged laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, pointing at Tiffany as he banged on the table. “Just admit defeat! If you beg me now, I might let you get away with only stripping halfway!”

Given the warm weather and her light attire, Ged clearly implied that she’d have to dance in only her undergarments.

Tiffany cast a cold glance at Ged before drawing her bow again. Time to get serious, she thought

The audience assumed the outcome had already been decided, and there was no need to watch further.

“She’s just making a last-ditch effort before losing,” someone scoffed as the chatter and ridicule continued filling the arena.

Even Sidney, observing from the second floor, shook his head in disbelief. “She’s going to lose, he muttered.

“Not necessarily,” Richard countered while leaning casually against the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression relaxed but his tone confident.

“Really?” Sidney was skeptical until he glanced back at the arena and suddenly exclaimed, “What the…

“A perfect ten!”

Tiffany had just released her arrow, striking the bullseye with flawless precision!

The crowd’s laughter ceased abruptly, stunned by the unexpected turn.

Just moments ago, Tiffany had missed every shot. Many wondered if this was sheer luck, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse.

Some who hadn’t been paying close attention earlier quickly concluded that she must have cheated.

But Tiffany remained unflappable. Without hesitation, she released another arrow!

Tiffany scored another perfect ten. And then, in rapid succession, her remaining three arrows. hit the bullseye.