Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 

With just one sentence, the entire studio erupted once again.. 

Many of them had swayed because of Tiffany’s confident statement, and they almost believed her. 

But the slap in the face came too quickly, and whatever little trust Tiffany had gained completely vanished. 

Everyone looked at her with disdain. 

A young man said, “How shameless. You’re trying to claim someone else’s work when you couldn’t do it yourself.” 

A girl said, “You’re pretty good at acting. I was almost fooled by your misplaced confidence. Unexpectedly, the outcome is such a slap in the face. I guess I was just too naive to trust a liar like you!” 

“What else do you have to say? The truth is out. Aren’t you going to leave? If it were me, I’d be too ashamed to stay. Why are you still standing there, making a fool of yourself?” mocked another girl. 

At that moment, it felt like a single word from everyone could drown Tiffany in a sea of scorn. 

Zoe clenched her fists in anger without saying anything, but she stood firmly behind Tiffany, silently showing her support. Philip shook his head, feeling a bit regretful. 

Just as he was about to put the painting back, Tiffany met his gaze and calmly said. “Who said I wrote my name on the back? Mr. Fremont, why don’t you take a closer look? Maybe there’s something special about this painting?” 

Though Philip was reluctant to drag this out any further, his curiosity got the better of him, and he lowered his head to examine the painting. 

To his surprise, he noticed that the fine waves in the oil painting subtly concealed several faint letters. 

Tracing them, the letters “Tiff” appeared. 

Philip was stunned. He looked up and asked, “What’s your name? 

Tiffany replied, “Tiffany Kelley 

She spread her hands, still in her relaxed posture, and said. “There’s a word ‘Tiff” in there, right?” 

Philip said, “That’s right.” 

As Philip confirmed this, the sudden turn of events left everyone in the studio dumbfounded, especially Sandra. 

The moment Philip asked Tiffany her name, alarms went off in Sandra’s head. She knew things had spiraled completely out of control. And when Philip confirmed it, her face turned ashen 

Despite all her calculations, she never imagined Tiffany would have would have laid such a trap. This was like digging a pit and just waiting for her to fall right into it. 

This was like digging a pit and just waiting for her to fall right into it. 

Sandra’s hand trembled as she forced a smile, “This could just be a coincidence. It doesn’t prove anything.” 

As soon as she finished speaking, Philip glanced at her sharply and said, “Do you think I’m an idiot?” 

Sometimes, the more one explained, the worse it got. Especially when the truth was laid bare at that moment, forcing an explanation might work, but only a fool would believe it. 

Sandra shook her head and denied, “No, Mr. Fremont, please believe me! I really didn’t lie!” 

As she spoke, she started to cry, her tearful face leaving the other students in the studio confused about whom to believe. 

Tiffany took out a USB drive unhurriedly and raised an eyebrow, saying, “There’s a hidden camera in my dorm that captured exactly how my painting was stolen. Care to take a look 

Tiffany’s words were polite, but her demeanor was dominant and forceful. 

She tossed the USB drive back, and Zoe quickly caught it and connected it to the computer and projector in the studio. In less than ten seconds, the surveillance footage began to play. 

The video showed Sandra sneaking into Tiffany’s dorm, nervously looking around before taking the painting from the balcom 

The entire clip was less than a minute long, but it hit Sandra like a loud slap, leaving her head spinning. 

She thought. I was so careful, thoroughly checking Tiffany’s dorm to ensure there were no cameras! But why? Why did the very thing I worried the most still happen?” 

Sandra opened her mouth to explain, but when she looked up, she saw that the way everyone looked at her had completely changed.