Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Garry glanced briefly at the scene before looking away.

He acted as if he hadn’t seen it, clearly showing no interest in helping.

Jennie bit her lip, and a slightly embarrassed look crossed her pretty face. She looked timidly toward Richard, softly saying. “Hi, my dear. Could you help me pick these up?”

Her flirtatious tone was something she’d carefully considered before speaking.

Using “my dear” would lower his guard and create a sense of intimacy compared to calling him “Mr. Hampton.”

She was certain that with her beauty and charm, she could win over Richard, regardless of his power and influence, and make him fall under her spell.

Garry rubbed his arm, feeling goosebumps rise under his tailored suit.

He spoke up directly, his face full of disdain as he said, “There’s no wind or rain, so how could your files scatter? If you can’t handle something this minor, why would you expect me to help?”

Still unsatisfied, Garry added, “How shameless!” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Jennie was stunned, thinking, ‘Is this man always so sharp–tongued?‘

I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m wearing a skirt, which makes it difficult to pick up documents. So, I thought you could help me…” Jennie replied with a face full of grievance as she tugged slightly at her skirt.

Her fitted outfit perfectly highlighted her long legs and shapely figure.

Though the outfit was attractive, it was indeed impractical for bending down.

Garry wanted to leave, as he never entertained such damsel–in–distress appeals.

But remembering he was using Richard’s face, he snapped his fingers and ordered the driver to pick up the papers, maintaining Richard’s dignified image.

Not daring to refuse, the driver quickly bent down and gathered the scattered papers.

Not far away, Tiffany sat in the back seat of a car. Passing by Royal Tower, she instinctively glanced out the window and saw Jennie smiling shyly at the man beside her, which made her heart involuntary throb.

She quickly averted her gaze, pretending she hadn’t seen anything.

The car sped off, heading toward the Kelley family residence.

At the tower entrance, the driver returned the neatly gathered papers to Jennie.

Jennie accepted them, giving Richard a shy smile, her beautiful face flushed with a sweet blush as she thanked him, “Thank you.”

Garry looked at her in confusion and pointed at the driver as he responded, “Why are you thanking me? He’s the one who helped you.”

Jennie was momentarily speechless, her smile faltering briefly, but she quickly regained composure and turned gracefully to thank the driver, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” the driver replied.

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Just as Garry was about to get in

executive elevator straight to the

Car, he realized he’d forgotten his phone. He turned back toward the tower, taking the

floor

Pushing open the door, he noticed there was someone else in the CEO’s office.

A tall, imposing figure with a commanding presence filled the room.

Garry froze, cautiously whispering, “R–Richard?”

Richard turned to face him.

His flawlessly handsome face exuded elegance and majesty with every movement as an emotionless deity standing at the top of the world or a ruthless warrior cloaked in icy menace.

Under the overwhelming aura, Garry’s bravado faded instantly as he confessed, “I was wrong!”

Richard glanced at him, his tone calm, “Take off the mask first.”

After all, it felt strange reprimanding someone wearing his face.

“Oh…” Garry replied pitifully, heading to the restroom in the lounge to remove the disguise. A few minutes later, he emerged, exhaling in relief, and remarked, “Finally, I’m back to myself!”

Although he’d only been pretending to be Richard for a day, the series of incidents had turned his initial excitement into exhaustion, and he muttered, “Richard, I was wrong…”

Garry didn’t dare to approach, fearing he might get hit.

Surprisingly, Richard showed no intention of hitting him and simply said, “Let’s go.”

Garry exhaled in relief, feeling as if a huge weight had lifted off his shoulders. Without asking further, he eagerly followed behind Richard, the two of them leaving the Royal Tower one after another.

Jennie was still waiting in the open plaza in front of the tower. Upon seeing them come out, her face brightened with evident delight.

Garry frowned slightly, muttering, “What’s wrong with this woman? Why is she still hanging around?”

As he mumbled, Jennie was already running towards them.

To be exact, she was running towards Richard.

“Richard…,” Jennie called out timidly as a blush spread across her cheeks, making her appear as radiant as a blossoming peach. Her beauty was striking and unmatched.

Her demeanor was enough to make any man’s heart waver.

But upon hearing her address him that way, Richard’s previously emotionless face instantly darkened.

His gaze turned sharp, staring straight at Jennie with an intense focus.

Jennie’s heart pounded fiercely; she was utterly captivated by the man before her, almost involuntarily drawn to him…

The next moment, Richard spoke, his handsome face frosty and filled with menace, “Are you asking me to rip out your tongue?”

His voice was low, his anger chilling. The freezing aura penetrated every pore, seeping into Jennie’s bones and snapping her out of her daze.

Her back went still, and her blood ran cold as if she’d been drenched in ice water from head to toe,

Richard’s words held not even a hint of humor.

If she dared to disgust him again, he would unflinchingly order that she become mute, left unable to speak ever again…

With this thought, Jennie shivered, her face growing pale, her voice trembling, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hampton. I only… I just wanted to thank you for helping me earlier and thought… maybe you’d honor me with a meal…”

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer.

Jennie’s eyes showed a hint of pleading, her beautiful face appearing somewhat pitiful.

Richard, however, didn’t even spare her a glance and coldly tossed out, “Get lost, and don’t appear before me again.”

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He strode away, his back resolute. Just as the rumors said, he was cold–blooded and ruthless, showing not a shred of pity.

Jennie clutched at her aching chest, her face pale, breathing heavily. She hurriedly rummaged through her bag, pulling out a bottle of pills, hastily swallowing a few.

After a few minutes, she finally felt some relief.

Turning around, she realized the luxurious car was already long gone.

Jennie stood there, fuming. Her heart had been weak since childhood, so she couldn’t afford to get angry, yet she simply couldn’t hold it in!

In a rage, she raised her hand and tossed all the documents she held into the air!

Papers scattered like snow, fluttering down in the wind.

7. 7.

Clutching her pounding heart, Jennie’s eyes gleamed with unshakeable resentment.

“It was like this in the last life, and it’s still like this now. Why am I always a step too late? Why does Tiffany always manage to get ahead of me?

“What if she disappeared? What if you could never remember her…” Jennie muttered to herself, a twisted smile forming on her beautiful face.

No one understood what she was saying.

Nearby, an elderly cleaning lady had just finished sweeping. Seeing the papers scattered all over, she sighed and shuffled over, patting Jennie’s back and asking, “Miss, are you still keeping all this paper?”

Jennie turned around, her red eyes quickly returning to calm.

“Ma’am,” she addressed her softly, her tone polite, her voice sweet and clear.

The elderly lady looked up, meeting Jennie’s gaze directly.

The young woman before her wore an innocent smile, yet her eyes seemed to possess an almost hypnotic power, like a vortex pulling people in; stare too long, and one’s mind would start to blur.