Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

“A benefactor is coming! A benefactor is coming! Our Melver Mountain Village is really lucky! Good fortune is coming!

Tiffany looked on with surprise as the village chief, a man in his sixties, babbled excitedly.

What kind of benefactor could elicit so much excitement?

The kids surrounded him and asked curiously, “Grandpa, what is a benefactor?”

The village chief stopped in his tracks and said happily. “This lady in front of you who gave us food and clothes and funded the school’s construction is a benefactor.

“And this benefactor who’s coming soon will build factories, roads, and bridges for us. He will also promote tourism to this place. In the future, we won’t have to climb suspended stairs or fret over how to sell our cotton every year. Every family will have enough food and clothing,

“From then on, your parents won’t have to go outside to work. They can remain in the village and still have a job and an income. This person is also a great benefactor!”

As the village chief spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

No words could express his gratitude.

The villagers had assumed that their Melvor Mountain Village would languish for generations. The arrival of this huge, surprise was completely unexpected.

It was not an exaggeration to hail this benefactor as their savior!

Tiffany felt very happy for the village chief as she listened to him

Building roads, bridges, and factories meant that all the villagers here would have jobs in the future.

Promoting this place for tourism would also bring fame and population growth. Following this, education and medical resources would definitely be allocated and life would get better for the villagers.

However, these were all massive projects that required huge budgets. A benefactor who could invest such an astronomical amount must hail from an extraordinary background

At any rate, it was a good thing.

“That’s great news, Tiffany said.

“Miss Kelley, you’re the one we should be grateful to. If it weren’t for your help, we wouldn’t have had this opportunity.” The village chief wiped the corners of his eyes and smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.

For some reason, the old man believed that Tiffany brought them this stroke of good luck.

wasn’t me. No need to

old man before her

up, please get up. I didn’t

the supplies, the old village chief

of roads

only managed to get the old

arrange accommodation for

benefactor was arranged to stay in the

they did everything they could think

puzzled over the identity of the mystery benefactor. “Tiffany, who

thought for a moment and that devilishly handsome face suddenly appeared in

this moment, the

village, it was already afternoon. After distributing the

to time, a few dogs barked in

no entertainment

the villagers would either chat in

were staying

the same age

sleep anyway. Why don’t we play Slap Jack? Zoe whipped out a deck

could not bear to dampen her spirits

similar age sat cross–legged on the bed and

moment, exclamations could be heard outside

the distant droning of helicopters grew

sound, there must be dozens of helicopters flying toward

as lively as a fluttering butterfly. When she heard the commotion, she

and take a look and maybe help Grandpa

go ahead. Without her vivacious friend, Zoe was not in the mood to play anymore. She sprawled out on the bed glumly after waving goodbye

up, Tiffany offered to play with her.

sprang back to life once more, her eyes shining, “Okay! What’s

game. I can’t

Hence, the two girls continued with the card

outside was getting louder. People carrying lanterns hurried past the girls‘ bedroom window every now and