Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 7

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

outcome had already been decided, and

making a last-ditch effort before losing,” someone scoffed as the chatter and ridicule continued

second floor, shook his head in disbelief. “She’s going

the floor-to-ceiling window,

back at the arena and

“A perfect ten!”

her arrow,

crowd’s laughter ceased abruptly,

every shot. Many wondered if this was sheer luck, like

earlier

Without hesitation,

in rapid succession, her remaining three arrows.

score of fifty points, Tiffany won

that everyone realized

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

Ged with just Ged as a

“Someone bet 200 thousand dollars on Tiffany!” The crowd was

at Ged, a faint smile on her

too late to back out?’ Ged wondered, thinking of making a quick escape. But

crowd erupted in chants, “Dance!

wrong? Can’t handle

to dance, his movements stiff and awkward. As he swayed his hips and began stripping, the scene became

Arena. Not wanting to inconvenience her family’s driver, she was about to

you’re out already? Kenneth and I were just about to check on you. We were worried someone might have bullied you. Are you

but Sandra suddenly grabbed

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