Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

As that thought slowly sank in. Tiffany wondered whether she was thinking too much.

She became drawn to that farmhouse unwittingly.

However, before she could get close, an unfamiliar bodyguard stopped her and said sternly. Our master needs to rest.

Please leave.”

Tiffany peeked inside, When she did not sense any familiar seen, she turned back.

She did not sleep well that night.

The next morning, the sound of roosters crowed in the distance. The air in the entire valley was extremely fresh. The distant mountains were lush and beautiful like a painting.

Wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys of every farmhouse as the villagers prepared their first meal of the day.

The village chief’s daughter–in–law had already laid out a sumptuous breakfast by the time Tiffany emerged from her room.

The daughter–in–law smiled shyly. “I was worried that you girls wouldn’t be accustomed to our food so I added more variety There’s toast, eggs and bacon, mashed potatoes, pancakes… What do you like…”

“Thank you.” Tiffany was not a fussy eater. She sat down and started scooping the potatoes.

The villagers here cooked with firewood stoves. Needless to say, the food cooked on such stoves had a fragrance that food. cooked on gas stoves did not have.

By the time Tiffany and Zoe finished their meals, Kenneth Harper and his group had also arrived.

As there were more people in the Harper group, they were allocated lodging at different parts of the village and so were more dispersed.

One room was freed up in various farmhouses for this purpose

On the way here, Melody Princeton was in a very good mood.

Sandra Olson said that she would take action against Tiffany on the first night of their stay in the village.

Therefore, something should have happened to Tiffany by now if Sandra’s plan succeeded.

However, when Melody arrived at the village chief’s house, she was dumbfounded..

What was going on? Why was Tiffany still sitting here eating breakfast? And she appeared so healthy too, with no signs of injury whatsoever.

she did not appear the least

fuming inwardly. She could not count

she did

took, she had to get rid

sleep well last night? If you’re not used to it, I can. send

with loads of food, clothing, and other modern

necessities, but he also had servants serving

like inflatable mattresses and blankets had been helpfully carried up the mountain by

provisions, their stay here

She immediately rolled her eyes. “There’s no need for that. We’re doing fine. We

was just concerned for all of you. We’re all classmates and friends, but why do you always single

look of incomprehension. “Huh? Haven’t I made it

all yet you still want to coy

couldn’t help

with Tiffany’s. During arguments, she did not need help at all. She could single handedly render a group of

badly to

again, Melody was

He changed the topic and said, “Are you girls

donate truckloads of supplies. They were going to fund the construction of a new school for the children

the charity and school had to help choose a location so that they could kick–start the project as soon as

then. Work–wise, Tiffany would never deliberately make

stood up and

there was a

from the farmhouse and

lanky figure came into

hush fell over e everyone present. All eyes were focused

He had a peerlessly handsome face and deep icy eyes. He exuded an air of nobility, and his every move carried a laid–back classiness that was so incongruous with

could cow people into submission. The uppressive feeling people felt when facing him weighed down like a mountain, crushing everyone until they could not

her fists. Her heart was pounding madly and she could not believe her

approaching was really the indomitable

think that he would show up

called out, “that you, Uncle? Why

his usual icy, languid tone though there was a steely edge to

the question and said instead,

he heard that a benefactor had invested a few hundred million dollars in Melvor Mountain