Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

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Chapter 701

“That’s a beautiful name,” Calvin said, his heart racing. Trying to sound casual, he added, “I’m Calvin Murray. I’m the only

son of the Murray family from Lovell City. I’ve been helping run the family business since I graduated last year.”

A few moments of small talk made the two of them feel more at ease with each other.

“Let’s head inside. The Treasure Appraisal Conference is about to start,” Calvin said.

“Okay,” Jennie replied with a nod.

Just as she was about to follow Calvin, Jennie suddenly remembered her father. She turned back, quickly explaining, “Dad, you go ahead and shop on your own. I’d like to check out the conference.”

“You.” Flynn hesitated, about to refuse, but Jennie cut him off.

“Dad, Mr. Hampton is attending. I might get the chance to talk to him and help you out.”

Hearing this, Flynn paused, then reluctantly agreed. “Alright, have fun, but call me immediately if you feel unwell.”

“Got it.” Jennie waved goodbye and hurried after Calvin.

The Treasure Appraisal Conference was held in the hotel’s grand hall. The venue was expansive, lavishly decorated, and capable of accommodating hundreds of attendees.

As soon as Jennie stepped in, her eyes scanned the room. The hall was filled with elegantly dressed guests, all chatting and laughing. Everyone here was part of the elite, wealthy, influential, or both.

But no matter how hard Jennie looked, she couldn’t spot the person who’d been on her mind.

Meanwhile, Tiffany had entered and gone straight backstage. She smiled as she greeted Frank with a warm, “Frank, long time no see.”

“It’s been quite a while,” Frank replied, his tone tinged with nostalgia. He couldn’t help but recall the day Tiffany had walked into Treasure Tower, confidently applying for the role of appraisal master.

Back then, it seemed impossible that such a young woman would succeed. Yet here she was, now the mastermind behind Treasure Tower.

“Miss Kelley, these are the accounts from the past six months, along with details about the charity projects funded by the auction. Please review them,” Frank said, handing over the documents.

Tiffany smiled and shook her head, gently pushing the papers back. “Frank, Treasure Tower has been your life’s work. If I doubted your abilities, I wouldn’t have kept you here. I trust you completely.”

Frank was visibly moved. In the beginning, he had worried about being replaced after the ownership changed hands. He’d even gone out of his way to keep the books spotless, just in case he had to hand over everything and leave.

But Tiffany’s unwavering trust erased all those fears. “Thank you Miss Kelley. I won’t let you down,” Frank said with

conviction.

“Just call me Tiffany Tiffany replied with a smile. Taking a few small glass bottles from her pocket, she added, “Here are ten spirit herbs. Let’s include them in the auction later.”

Each herb was rare and invaluable. Auctioning them would undoubtedly attract bids from high–ranking officials and nobles présent at the conference.

Frank’s eyes lit up. “Understood,” Frank said, carefully taking the bottles.

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With the matter settled, Tiffany exited the backstage area.

As she stepped into the hallway, Tiffany saw a tall figure standing at the other end, the light casting him in a striking silhouette. Recognizing him instantly, Tiffany turned to leave.

before she could make her escape, the man blocked her path

In the narrow corridor, Richard caught Tiffany by the waist, pulling her into his arms. Richard’s flawless face inched closer, and his deep voice teased, “Do you really hate seeing me that much?”

Tiffany’s expression remained cold. “Yes, I do,” she replied flatly

After a pause, she added sarcastically, “Are you sure you’ve got the right person? Maybe take another lap outside and think

about it.”

Ignoring Richard’s reaction, Tiffany wriggled out of his hold and strode back into the hall.

Richard frowned. Her words sounded almost jealous. But Richard didn’t understand why. He’d never even glanced at another woman.

Shaking his head, Richard followed Tiffany into the hall.

Inside, the room had grown quieter as most of the guests settled into their seats, waiting for the Treasure Appraisal Conference to begin. When Tiffany and Richard entered one after the other, the air seemed to shift. Murmurs filled the

room.

Mr. Hampton is here!” someone whispered excitedly.

Jennie, standing near the back, turned at the sound of his name. Her breath caught as she saw the pair. Richard looked effortlessly handsome, while Tiffany was radiant and poised. Together, they seemed like a painting come to life.

Jennie’s hands tightened into fists, though her face betrayed no emotion.

Calvin, oblivious to her reaction, leaned closer and explained, “You’ve probably heard of Mr. Hampton. He’s a legend, a tycoon everyone admires. And that’s his wife, Tiffany. She’s the one who brushed you off at the door. Don’t let her bad temper bother you.”

When Calvin didn’t get a response, he glanced at Jennie and noticed her pale expression.

Jennie, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” she replied with a forced smile, keeping her feelings hidden. But inside, she felt a pang of displeasure, especially when Calvin mentioned Tiffany as Mrs. Hampton.

To everyone, Tiffany and Richard were inseparable, their names forever linked.

It was truly enviable.

Jennie lowered her gaze, hiding the jealousy that burned inside her. She masked her emotions well, but her heart was in turmoil.

After a momentary silence, people started coming over to greet Richard and Tiffany.

Tiffany tried to find a quiet corner to sit but someone grabbed her wrist.

The force was

gentle yet firm, pulling her backward. She stumbled, landing in Richard’s arms.

A familiar scent surrounded her as she looked up at him, clearly annoyed. “What are you doing?” she snapped. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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She wanted to remind him that their divorce agreement was r

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She wanted to remind him that their divorce agreement was ready to sign. Once he signed it, they’d have nothing to do with each other.