Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

As Hank's eldest grandson, Riley was only three years younger than Richard. However, in terms of seniority, he had to call Richard Uncle.

Tiffany did not know much about the Hampton family's relationship, but she knew that Riley was especially filthy. He had been involved in several scandals. Not only was his character despicable, but his morals were also bad. Tiffany had never had a good impression of such people.

However, when Riley met her gaze, he became energetic and blinked at her from afar. He thought that he was very charming, but in fact, Tiffany only wanted to laugh at him.

She thought that Riley was still too young. It was obvious that he had never been beaten up.

Richard had been called to the study by Hank. Otherwise, he would probably gouge out Riley's eyes.

It was still early, and there was still some time before dinner was served. Tiffany couldn't sit still anymore, so she got up and wandered aimlessly in the backyard. Of course, she also did it to avoid these annoying people.

Don no longer dared to have any hostile attitude toward her. Seeing that she was going to take a walk, he even specially arranged for two servants to follow her.

One of the servants saw that Tiffany was uninterested, so she came up with an idea. "Miss Kelley, let me show you the back. The scenery there is the best." "I'd like that." Tiffany was led over by two servants.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

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She supposed that place was the center of the entire mansion. There were white stone guardrails, a scenic lake filled with water lilies, and an ancient-style pavilion.

It had to be said that the scenery

was indeed

very good.

Tiffany sat down in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and fiddled with the chessboard on the stone table. Without raising her head, she said to the two servants beside her, "Don't worry about me. Get back to your work." One of the servants asked, "Are you thirsty, Miss Kelley? Shall I bring you a drink?"

Tiffany answered, "Okay."

Only then did the servants leave.

Tiffany sat alone in the pavilion. There was only the sound of the wind and the faint chirping of birds.

She set up the chessboard and was about to play with herself when she heard light footsteps behind her.

Thinking that it was a servant, Tiffany casually said, "Put it there

Unexpectedly, the footsteps did not stop. In fact, they were getting closer.

Tiffany turned around and saw that it was Kenneth.

She thought, 'Ugh. I can't play now.

Tiffany casually threw the chess pieces down. She did not want to stay any longer.

Kenneth suddenly stopped her. His expression changed and he finally said, "Tiffany, I'm sorry."

Tiffany was stunned as she wondered, 'Does the sun rise from the west now?

'Mr. Harper, who is never wrong, is actually apologizing to me?

I'm really flattered.""

Helpless, Tiffany went straight to the point and asked, "Kenneth, what do you want now?"

Kenneth said, "I just wanted to... apologize to you."

Speechless, Tiffany wondered what was wrong with him now.

Tiffany's face was filled with vigilance.

She was sure that he had come to her to get even with her.

After all, his engagement party with Melody had been ruined a few days ago. Melody was covered in red bumps and said that Tiffany had deliberately embarrassed her by causing her to have an allergic reaction. According to Kenneth's past behavior, Tiffany thought that it was not surprising that he came to find trouble with her because of this.

Tiffany was not in the mood to argue with him, so she replied, "Just tell me what you have on your mind. There's no need to beat around the bush."

Kenneth stuttered, "I..."

Kenneth laughed at himself. He thought that in her eyes, he was a typical scumbag, the kind of stupid scumbag who did not distinguish between right and wrong and was played by others.

He had done so many wrong things in the past that she did not believe a single word of his sincere apology.

"I don't mean anything else. I just want to apologize to you." Kenneth's gaze was deep.

He looked at Tiffany. After a while, he said, "I hope you'll be happier than me."

Tiffany was stunned.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that Kenneth had already left.

His slender figure gradually walked away and was blocked by the shadows of the trees. Soon, Kenneth disappeared.

What he said was very soft. In the blink of an eye, it dissipated in the wind.

Tiffany blinked. If not for the fact that everything that had just happened was still spinning in her mind, she would have thought that she was hallucinating.

For some reason, she felt like Kenneth had become a different person.

At the engagement party a few days ago, he had inexplicably called off the engagement at the last minute.

Now, he was apologizing to Tiffany again and again.

Tiffany wondered if he had been provoked by something.

Tiffany shook her head and sat down on the stone bench again.

This time, when she looked at the chessboard she had set up, she was no longer in the mood to play.

Not long after Kenneth left, someone else came to the pavilion.

This time, it was the Hampton family's eldest grandson, Riley. 99%

Riley was holding a tray with a glass of orange juice on it.

Seeing this, Tiffany asked with a faint smile, "Didn't I tell the servants to send it over? How can I trouble you to deliver to me personally, Mr. Riley Hampton?"

"It's my honor to serve you, beautiful lady." Riley walked over and personally pushed the orange juice in front of her.

"Pretty lady, would you like to try it?" As he spoke, he took the opportunity to get closer.

It was obvious that he wanted to take advantage of her.

Tiffany took a step back in disgust.

Riley was clearly a scumbag, but he had to pretend to be gentlemanly and refined. It was even more disgusting.

Tiffany said, "Just talk. There's no need to get so close. I'm a clean freak."

She did not hold back at all. Riley's face darkened when he heard that and asked, "Pretty lady, are you calling me filthy?"

"Wrong." Tiffany corrected him. "I'm not only calling you filthy, but I'm also calling you hideous. If you can't recognize the reality, feel free to look at yourself in the lake here."

Riley was stunned at how sharp-tongued she was.

Riley suppressed his anger as a gloomy look appeared in his eyes.

He thought, 'She's just a girl. So what if I let her be smug for a while? As long as she drinks this glass of orange juice and the medicine takes effect, I'll be able to do whatever I want to her.'

With this thought in mind, Riley felt much better. He did not continue to lean over. Instead, he pretended to be a gentleman and said, "Pretty girl, you've been sitting here for so long. You must be thirsty. This is freshly squeezed. Try it." The glass was pushed to Tiffany's hand.

She laughed.

This glass of fruit juice was mixed with drugs, which would take effect very quickly.

She supposed that bastard Riley must have used this trick on many girls.

Tiffany lamented at what a scumbag he was.

Tiffany had a faint smile on her face. She picked up the juice and shook it gently twice before she said unhurriedly, "Looks like you want to drink it more, Mr. Riley Hampton. I'll give it to you then."

"I don't..." Just as Riley was about to speak, Tiffany suddenly turned hostile and said, "That's not up to you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Tiffany kicked his knee.

Riley was caught off guard and fell to his knees with a thud.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Yelling, Riley wanted to struggle, but in the next second, Tiffany pinched his nose and poured the entire glass of juice into his mouth. 07:44 Wed, Nov 6

At the edge of suffocation, Riley was unable to break free from the powerful force of Tiffany. He was really forced to gulp down more than half a glass.

Only then did Tiffany let go and say, "Mr. Riley Hampton, enjoy the juice."

Riley dug his throat with all his might, trying to induce vomiting.

However, it was too late.

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