Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

It was a fleeting glimpse in the forest, but Tiffany’s stunningly beautiful face and the overly delicate bow left an indelible mark on Richard’s memor

Richard gave Sidney a firm smack on the back. “Stop gawking and place a bet.”

“What?” Caught off guard, Sidney replied without thinking, “Who should I bet on?”

Richard, composed as ever, pointed towards Tiffany below. “Her.”

The bets remained open until the very end, and while everyone’s attention was on the arena, few noticed that someone had just placed a one-million-dollar bet on Tiffany to win.

As Tiffany lazily released her first arrow, the crowd watched intently. The arrow sliced through the air with impressive momentum but, to everyone’s surprise, dropped to the ground without grazing the target-missing by a wide margin.

Laughter erupted from the audience. “I knew it! She’s just a pretty face, nothing more!” someone jeered.

“Yeah, all flash and no substance! What a joke!” another chimed in.

“Looks like we’re in for a good show today. That strip dance is definitely happening!” someone else cheered, the excitement growing among the onlookers.

Amid the roaring laughter, Tiffany remained composed, her face a mask of indifference as she loaded her second arrow. But she missed again.

The crowd’s laughter only grew louder. Tiffany missed five consecutive shots in a flash, not earning a point.

To win now, Tiffany would need to hit the bullseye with each of her next five arrows. But the crowd scoffed at the idea, doubting it was even possible.

Ged laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, pointing at Tiffany as he banged on the table. “Just admit defeat! If you beg me now, I might let you get away with only stripping halfway!”

Given the warm weather and her light attire, Ged clearly implied that she’d have to dance in only her undergarments.

Tiffany cast a cold glance at Ged before drawing her bow again. Time to get serious, she thought

decided, and

making a last-ditch effort before losing,” someone scoffed as the

from the second floor, shook his head in disbelief.

Richard countered while leaning casually against the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression relaxed but his tone

he glanced back at the arena and suddenly exclaimed, “What

“A perfect ten!”

arrow, striking the bullseye with flawless

laughter ceased abruptly, stunned by

had missed every shot. Many wondered if this was sheer luck, like a blind cat stumbling

close attention earlier quickly concluded that she must have

Tiffany remained unflappable. Without hesitation,

perfect ten. And then, in rapid succession, her

score of fifty points, Tiffany won

stunned! It wasn’t until that moment that everyone realized

of ten. It was a devastating victory, making it clear that she didn’t even

with just Ged

voice from the crowd rang out, “Someone bet 200 thousand dollars on Tiffany!” The crowd was shocked, realizing that every cent

Ged, a faint smile on her lips. “Go on, dance. Make sure everyone gets a good look at that unsightly figure

out?’ Ged wondered, thinking of making a quick escape. But before he could move, someone enthusiastically shoved him onto

crowd erupted in

wrong? Can’t handle

burning with shame, Ged reluctantly started to dance, his movements stiff and awkward. As he swayed his hips and began

driver, she was about to hail a taxi. But just as she stepped outside, she ran into Kenneth and Sandra, who was clinging to his arm like a

just about to check on you. We were worried someone might have bullied you. Are you okay?” Sandra’s words dripped

Sandra suddenly grabbed her arm, her