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.

me. No need to thank me…

a sudden, the old man before

up, please

supplies, the old village chief had also brought the entire village to bow

building of roads and

to get the old man to

arrange accommodation for this

in the farmhouse adjacent to

busied themselves repairing and cleaning houses, short, they did

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

that devilishly handsome face suddenly appeared in

this moment, the sky had

Tiffany’s group arrived at the village, it was already afternoon. After distributing the supplies, everyone sat down to a sumptuous

time to time, a

no

the sun had set, the villagers would either chat in the houses

Zoe were staying with

granddaughter named Grelle. As she was about the same age as the bubbly Zoe, the

we play Slap Jack? Zoe whipped out a deck of cards with a sly

not bear to dampen her spirits so she joined

girls of similar age sat cross–legged on the bed and played Slap Jack with

exclamations could

the distant droning of helicopters

there must be dozens of

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

go out and take a look and maybe help Grandpa

her vivacious friend, Zoe was not in the mood to play

to play with her. “Come on. Let’s play the

sprang back to life once more, her eyes shining,

decide after the game. I

two girls continued with the card

lanterns hurried past the