Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

88%

Seeing Tyrone’s expression, with a stormy look as though he was ready to explode at any moment, Tyrone shivered slightly, his face tense as he replied, “No, Miss Spencer was delayed in traffic, so I’m waiting for her!”

Typically, after saying something like that, his boss would give him an earful for being inefficient and wasting time.

Unexpectedly, “Mr. Hampton” not only didn’t reprimand him but actually let out a huge sigh of relief, looking as though he had narrowly escaped disaster and was secretly thankful.

Observing this reaction, Tyrone carefully considered the situation and, sensing a possibility, asked shrewdly. “Mr. Hampton, you… you don’t want to divorce Mrs. Hampton, do you?”

Garry was about to respond, but then he froze, shuddering as he warned, “I… you, keep your mouth shut!”

After all, he was only a stand–in. Having already bungled things and nearly caused a catastrophe, he couldn’t afford to say anything more reckless.

Tyrone immediately clamped his mouth shut, not daring to utter another word.

Just as they spoke, June finally arrived, albeit a bit late.

She maintained a stern expression. Dressed all in black, June exuded a sharp and competent aura. Perhaps feeling annoyed, she cut straight to the point upon seeing them, “Let’s get inside.”

Inwardly, she thought, “The sooner we finish this, the better. From now on, no one should hold anyone back.

Without saying a word, Garry nudged Tyrone forward.

Tyrone quickly snapped out of it. Displaying his exceptional professionalism, he spoke, “Miss Spencer, I apologize, but I left some documents behind. Perhaps we should postpone this matter for now.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

June smirked slightly as she directed her gaze at Garry, and remarked, “You’re missing documents? Mr. Hampton is right here. Since he’s present, what more do need?”

you

June reflected, ‘In Lovell City, who would dare disrespect Richard Hampton? If he wanted something, this entire building would move to him if he asked.

‘Missing a few documents shouldn’t be an issue.

Tyrone wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought, ‘That was too hasty.

Tyrone then bent slightly, attempting to appeal to June’s emotions. He reasoned as he explained, “Actually, this divorce agreement was signed by mistake, and Mr. Hampton rushed over here specifically to stop it. Miss Spencer, you wouldn’t want to see Mrs. Hampton go through with this, would you? It’s better to delay the divorce and give them both some time.”

“I’ve already had the inaccurate reports circulating online taken down. I hope you’ll also advise Mrs. Hampton to take some time to think about it before making any irreversible decisions,”

In fact, Tyrone’s words echoed June’s sentiments, and this was precisely her line of thought.

Pondering this, her expression softened somewhat, but her gaze remained fixed on “Richard” as she pointed out, “Mr. Hampton, I know it’s not my place to judge, but I still want to say this. Regardless of the circumstances, please think carefully.

“If misunderstandings aren’t addressed, they’ll only grow, like a snowball gathering mass, until it becomes an avalanche one day.”

With these words, June turned and left.

The divorce proceedings were postponed for the time being, which allowed Garry to breathe a sigh of relief.

Yet, when he recalled June’s parting advice, he realized… he hadn’t understood a single word of it.

He thought to himself, ‘What misunderstanding would lead to an avalanche?”

Mulling over her words, Garry typed them out meticulously, word by word, on his phone. Having already made one grave error that almost couldn’t be undone, he didn’t dare take any more risks. He crafted the sentence into a message and sent it to Richard.

When Richard received the message, he stared at the screen for a long while, pondering, ‘A snowball?

‘Not quite.

There was never even a speck of snow to begin with. So how could there be a snowball, much less an avalanche?

‘It’s just… I couldn’t tell Tiffany yet!’

All he could do was wait for the right time to come.

As Richard watched Tiffany’s silhouette by the window with a deep, intense gaze, she seemed to sense something and abruptly turned her head.

On the bed, the man looked pale. His handsome face was weakened, with strands of hair falling over his eyes and his brows furrowed tightly as though he was enduring severe pain.

Tiffany patted her own face, shaking off some of her drowsiness. She stepped forward and rechecked the man’s pulse, finding it chaotic and not much different from before.

Although the acupuncture treatment was somewhat effective, the invasive illness was overpowering, necessitating a long- term course of treatment with daily acupuncture sessions to heal fully.

Tiffany sighed, thinking, ‘I have so many of my tasks to handle. I can’t possibly stay at this manor all the time!

After a moment of thought, Tiffany gently patted the man’s arm and called softly, “Mr. Cooper, how are you feeling? Is there any slight relief?”

Daniel opened his eyes, looking steadily at her, and gave a faint smile. He responded, “Yes, I feel much better.”

She replied, “Your condition requires continuous acupuncture for a long period, but don’t worry. Even if I don’t stay here at your estate, I’ll come whenever you need me and make sure to visit once a day.”

Just as Tiffany was about to take her leave, she felt a gentle tug on her hand.

Looking down, the man on the bed, his refined face still pale, spoke hoarsely, “You don’t have the time, but I do. So you don’t need to run back and forth every day. I’ll stay by your side so that I can receive treatment immediately whenever my condition becomes unstable.”

Tiffany was stunned and stammered in surprise, “This…”

She had encountered situations like this before, but with Daniel’s unique status, she hadn’t expected him to agree to such an arrangement.

Alright, Tiffany agreed.

It would be inconvenient to keep traveling back and forth, so placing him directly at Luna Villa would simplify things a lot.

“Thank you,” Daniel said with a slight smile, his charming face possessing an allure that could captivate anyone.

With this decision made, Tiffany called for Christopher,

She explained the situation to him, and Christopher quickly arranged for his belongings, including Daniel’s clothes, his regular medications, and some of his frequently used items, to be packed.

While the servants were gathering everything, Tiffany stood nearby, observing.

“Wait,” she suddenly called out, stopping one of the servants in the middle of packing.

The servant looked up, puzzled but respectful, and asked, “Miss Kelley, is there something you need?”

“That pen in your hand, let me take a look,” Tiffany requested.

“Of course,” the servant replied, respectfully presenting it with both hands.

Tiffany took the pen and noticed it was a rather unique fountain pen.

The pen was quite heavy, and its exterior showed no signs of wear, indicating its owner’s care for it.

But Richard had the same pen!

Tiffany fiddled with it for a moment before lifting her head again, her expression somewhere between amused and inquisitive as she asked, “So, Mr. Cooper also likes this style of pen? But I seem to recall hearing that the designer of this pen only created one unique piece.”

Christopher’s heart skipped a beat at her words.

The moment he saw Tiffany notice the pen, he knew this was trouble.

He hadn’t expected Tiffany’s intuition to be this sharp!

He thought, ‘Oh no, oh no! She’s about to figure it out…