Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Chapter 703

From the lingering strength of the fragrance, Tiffany could tell that Richard and Jennie hadn’t just crossed paths. They must have spoken.

Tiffany lowered her eyes, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

In her past life, there might have been something between Richard and Jennie. If that were the case, Tiffany would be the extra person in this equation.

June had told Tiffany before that filing for divorce had been hasty. But now, Tiffany realized it might have been the right decision all along.

Tiffany didn’t linger. Without another thought, she turned to leave the venue.

She had already handed over the spirit herbs to Treasure Tower. The business was set for the next six months, leaving her free to distance herself as a hands–off boss.

June asked, “Miss, are you heading back now?”

“Yes.” Tiffany nodded.

“I’ll get the car,” June said.

“Alright.”

Tiffany waited at the entrance when, out of nowhere, a sharp male voice interrupted her thoughts.

She turned to see Calvin, the Murray family’s only son, storming out of the venue with an angry expression.

“Why did Jennie leave without saying goodbye? Did you do something to her?” Calvin demanded. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Tiffany’s voice was icy as she said, “And how exactly is that my problem?”

“You’re bullying her!” Calvin accused.

He was furious. After Jennie disappeared, he’d searched the venue, only to hear from a waiter that she had fallen ill and was sent to the hospital. Spotting Tiffany here reignited his anger.

Unable to contain himself, Calvin raised his hand to strike.

But before he could land the blow, his wrist was caught mid–air.

“Who do you think you’re touching?” Richard’s voice rang out, cold and deadly.

The atmosphere froze. Calvin paled, the intensity of Richard’s gaze leaving him paralyzed. The murderous aura Richard exuded was suffocating, like an unyielding force draining all the strength from Calvin’s body.

“Mr. Hampton.” Calvin stammered, realizing his mistake too late

He had been so blinded by anger that he forgot who Tiffany was Now, facing Richard’s wrath, he knew the consequences -could destroy him and his family.

“I’m sorry! I was wrong, Mr. Hampton! Please, spare me!” Calvin begged, his voice trembling.

Richard tightened his grip, the crack of bones audible as Calvin yelped in pain.

Finally, with a look of disdain, Richard released him. “Take him back to the Murray family,” Richard ordered John. “And

cripple one of his hands in–front of Alijah Murray as a warning.”

“Yes, sir!”

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John signaled his men, who dragged the crying Calvin to a waiting car. The vehicle sped off toward the Murray family estate.

Tittany had watched the entire exchange. Taking a step back, she put some distance between herself and Richard. “Thank you for helping, Mr. Hampton,” she said politely, her tone distant. “But with this, you’ve probably made an enemy of the Murray family.”

Richard frowned. He didn’t like how she addressed him, as though they were strangers.

“It’s just the Murray family,” he replied flatly. “He should be thankful he didn’t actually touch you.”

His tone carried a darker implication. If Calvin had laid a hand on her, the consequences would have been far more severe.

Tiffany was startled by his words and the intensity in his gaze. When their eyes met, she saw her reflection in the depths of his dark pupils, his expression unwavering and resolute.

If this had happened in the past, it might have made her happy. But now, Tiffany quickly averted her gaze.

“Thank you, she said softly before hurrying down the steps.

June had pulled the car up, and Tiffany got in without hesitation

“Let’s go,” Tiffany said.

“Yes, Miss.”

June glanced at Richard in the rearview mirror as she drove away.

“Miss Kelley,” she began cautiously, “what happened between you and Mr. Hampton? Was it a misunderstanding?”

The man, so high and mighty, now stood rooted to the spot. His silhouette, though upright, seemed lonely and desolate, a picture of quiet abandonment.

Even as an outsider, June couldn’t help but speak up.

Tiffany sat in silence, staring out the window. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was soft and distant. “It’s not a misunderstanding,” she said. “I just think everything that’s happening now is a mistake.”

June didn’t fully understand but hesitated to push further. Still, a memory crossed her mind, of the woman named Jennie.

“Miss Kelley, is it because of that woman, Jennie?”

Tiffany didn’t reply, but her silence spoke volumes.

June had known Tiffany long enough to tell her something was wrong. Normally, Tiffany wouldn’t be hostile to strangers,

even rude ones.

But at the hotel entrance earlier, the moment Jennie appeared, Tiffany’s cold gaze had been unmistakable.

June’s grip on the wheel tightened as her thoughts raced. She realized something unsettling. Jennie looked eerily similar to Tiffany.

From her mannerisms to her smile, Jennie had mimicked Tiffany perfectly.

A chill ran down June’s spine.