Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Chapter 702

Since they were getting divorced, they shouldn’t be hugging.

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ried to pull away, but Richard held her firmly. His icy glare was enough to stop the others who had wanted to approach and exchange pleasantries.

Those around them hesitated, exchanging glances. Their initial compliments shifted.

“Mr. Hampton and Mrs. Hampton are such a lovely couple,” someone said.

Richard’s expression softened slightly, losing some of its earlier coldness. Sensing his good mood, the others quickly jumped in with praises.

“Mrs. Hampton is stunning! Lovell City’s number one beauty truly lives up to her reputation!” said someone.

“Absolutely! Mr. Hampton and Madam are a perfect match, a couple made in heaven!” another said.

Tiffany’s eye twitched at their words. When she glanced at Richard, she noticed the faint smile on his face. It wasn’t obvious, but he seemed to be in an unusually good mood.

Tiffany sighed inwardly. ‘Seriously? Did he leave his company and come here just to listen to people flatter him and me? How boring!

She wriggled in his arms again, trying to break free. When that didn’t work, she pinched his side and hissed under her breath. “Let go of me, or I’ll bite you.”

Richard chuckled and lightly brushed her cheek. “Don’t be jealous. You’re the only one in my heart, in the past, present, and future.”

Tiffany froze, caught off guard by his sweet words.

It dawned on her that his public display wasn’t just about showing affection. He wanted others to see their bond, to hear their blessings, and to make it clear to other women that they didn’t stand a chance.

For a moment, Tiffany felt conflicted. She couldn’t deny she was touched by his actions, but there were things in her heart she hadn’t resolved.

Her thoughts spiraled until a wave of nausea suddenly hit her. Not wanting to make a scene, Tiffany pushed Richard away and rushed to the restroom.

She moved so quickly it felt like she was running for her life.

Richard stood still, his arms empty. He frowned as a cold emptiness settled over him. ‘Is she that unwilling to be near me?‘ Richard thought.

His face darkened, and the temperature around him seemed to drop.

The people who had been singing praises moments ago froze, unsure whether to continue or remain silent. The atmosphere turned awkward.

Luckily, the lights dimmed, and the Treasure Appraisal Conference officially began.

The auction kicked off with rare antiques from Treasure Tower, renowned for its impeccable reputation. With no fakes in its century–long history, the wealthy attendees bid enthusiastically, driving prices higher and higher,

Calvin, eager to impress Jennie, placed bold bids as

d by his father.

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After securing an especially rare scroll, he turned triumphantly to Jennie to bask in her admiration, but she wasn’t there.

The lights flickered, highlighting only the treasures on display. Unnoticed, Jennie had moved quietly from her seat near the front to a spot closer to Richard.

proached cautiously, but a group of bodyguards blocked her path.

“What do you want?” John looked Jennie over and said coldly, “Stay away.”

Jennie’s face was pale, her forehead glistening with sweat. She clung to a chair for support, her voice trembling. “Please help me. Sir, please help.”

Jennie looked at Richard pleadingly.

John frowned and turned to Richard. John said, “Sir, she seems to be unwell.”

Richard’s voice was cold and indifferent, the words cutting like ice. “Let her die somewhere else.”

Jennie’s face turned even paler. She opened her mouth to say something, but the bodyguards didn’t give her the chance. At John’s signal, they escorted her to the hotel entrance.

The hotel staff, noticing Jennie’s condition, quickly called for an ambulance.

Watching this unfold, John muttered under his breath, “These women will do anything to get close to Mr. Hampton. Faking illness now? How shameless.”

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As John spoke, he glanced nervously at Richard and asked, “Sir, did Mrs. Hampton quarrel with you again?”

Richard didn’t respond.

John hesitated, then added, “That woman who pretended to be sick really looked like Madam. It’s uncanny.”

Richard’s eyes flickered. For a brief moment, fragmented memories surfaced, faint and distant, like echoes from another lifetime. A blurry face came to mind, but the details escaped him.

Richard felt he was missing something.

Richard frowned, lost in thought.

Tiffany, meanwhile, had just finished vomiting in the restroom. Feeling better, she returned to the banquet hall. Her eyes immediately fell on Richard. He sat in his seat, calm and composed, but there was a faint trace of perfume lingering near

him.

Tiffany’s nose twitched. She recognized the scent. It was the same as Jennie’s.

Richard had met Jennie.

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