Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

The beautiful and spirited girl smiled brightly, and the adulation and delight in her eyes were unmistakable.

Her voice was clear and crisp like a lively and cheerful singing role.

Grelle followed Richard Hampton around. Even though she was kept away from Richard by John Ross, the tall lanky man and the petite, lovable girl looked somewhat compatible..

Tiffany only glanced at them before looking away.

Then, she got up and went straight to the back of the farmhouse where her line of sight was blocked.

As they said, out of sight, out of mind.

When he saw that slim figure shunning him again, Richard’s face clouded over and he stormed back into his own farmhouse.

Grelle wanted to follow him, but she was stopped by the bodyguard firmly. “Please leave. Otherwise, you have to bear the

consequences.

“…” Grelle bit her lip and felt a little sad.

The guest had tacitly allowed her to follow him from afar earlier Yet for some reason, as soon as he entered his farmhouse, he turned hostile toward her again.

He was so unpredictable.

After the bodyguards repeatedly chased her away, Grelle eventually left reluctantly

Zoe saw everything and was furious.

She called out to Grelle and demanded in a somewhat icy tone, Grelle, why do you keep pestering him?”

“Zoe, I’m not pestering him. My mother taught me that if I like someone, I can approach him bravely. I like the guest next door very much, so I…”

“But he doesn’t like you.” Zoe’s retort was swift

She cut Grelle off mid-sentence and then gave her a warning. “From now on, stay away from that guest.”

“W-why?” Grelle was frightened and baffled.

Zoe smiled faintly and enunciated word by word, “Because that guest belongs to Tiffany, understand?”

She did not care whether Grelle was doing it intentionally, or whether she was truly naive, or whether she was trying to chimb up the social ladder.

Zoe regarded anyone who wanted to touch Tiffany’s sweetheart as

Melvor Mountain was huge. She had caught a

to the back of the farmhouse. From afar, she saw five little kids under a big tree looking up as

saw an eight-year-old boy climbing high up in the

you

up there said proudly, “Tiffany, we’re picking chestnuts for you. These

that there were indeed may green fruits under the tree. They were all

felt a

the kids yesterday, they

said that the fish she had for dinner last night was caught by

dangerous. This is

“Hurry up, or I won’t play

was indeed

the tree heard

kids were used to climbing trees from a young age That boy

kid lost his footing and

from such a

to catch the kid. She managed to break his fall, but the momentum slammed her to

tree root on the

fateful night, she was injured in the fight with those assassins. This old wound opened up again.

but

her heroics with

is

teach me? I want to be as awesome as you when I

chatter went

back at once. If you dare to climb so high

chestnuts on the ground. As they ran, they shouted, “We’ll bring you the

whether to

brats had run far away, she carefully stood up and took off her coat. Just as she was about to lift her shirt check, she heard a light cough behind her. “Cough,

She swung around in shock and saw Sidney Pauley.

he not afraid of

shirt silently. “Mr. Pauley, why are you

that her

Richard that it was not surprising for him

she did not know Sidney that well and it was quite awkward to talk

and was about to leave when Sidney spoke