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.

anyone who wanted to touch

range in Melvor Mountain was huge. She had

continued walking to the back of the farmhouse. From afar, she

followed their gazes and saw an eight-year-old boy

shouted, “What are you

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

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

felt a

supplies to the kids yesterday, they kept bringing all

the fish she had for dinner last night

dangerous. This is enough. Come

up, or I won’t play

was indeed

little boy on the tree heard

a young age That boy made his way

kid lost his footing and fell

from such a height were

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

back hit the protruding tree root on the ground

the fight with those assassins. This old wound opened up again.

but

cheering wildly at her heroics with sparkling eyes and faces that were

Tiffany is so

me? I want to be

went on and

and said fiercely. “Go back at once. If you dare to climb so high again, I’ll beat you up!”

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

not know whether to laugh

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.

Pauley. He was smiling

of being beaten

her shirt silently. “Mr.

she felt that her query was

was not surprising for him to tag

Sidney that well and it was quite awkward to

was about to leave when Sidney spoke