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… Tiffany demurred

a sudden, the old man

got a shock. “Please get up, please get up. I didn’t

when she arranged for the staff of the charity to distribute all the supplies, the old

that they were grateful, but the building of roads and bridges had

to get the old man to straighten up after much

arrange accommodation for this

benefactor was arranged to stay in

they did everything

the mystery benefactor.

thought for a moment and that devilishly handsome face suddenly appeared in her mind. She quickly shook her head. “No

this moment, the sky had

arrived at the village, it was already afternoon. After distributing the supplies, everyone sat down to a sumptuous meal of farm

a few dogs barked in the

were no entertainment activities

the sun had set, the villagers would

Zoe were staying with the

village chief had a lovable granddaughter named Grelle. As she was about the same age as the bubbly Zoe, the two girls hit it off

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

dampen her spirits so

the three girls of similar age sat cross–legged on the

exclamations could be

distant droning of

there must be dozens

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

go out and take a look and maybe help Grandpa entertain the

not in the mood to play anymore. She sprawled out on the bed glumly after

up, Tiffany offered to play with

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

game. I can’t think of anything

girls continued with the

louder. People carrying lanterns hurried past the girls‘ bedroom window