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.

who wanted to touch Tiffany’s sweetheart

temperature range in Melvor Mountain was huge. She had caught a mild cold because she wasn’t quite

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

and saw an eight-year-old boy

are you doing? Come down quickly. It’s too

we’re picking chestnuts for you. These wild chestnuts

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

felt a

the kids yesterday, they kept bringing all

dinner last night was

dangerous. This is enough.

added. “Hurry up, or I won’t play with you guys next

threat was indeed

the little boy on the tree heard this, he

trees from a young age That boy made his way

compliment him, the little kid lost his footing and fell down from the

from such a

managed to break his fall, but the momentum slammed her to the

the protruding tree root

old wound opened up again. Tiffany could even feel blood seeping into her clothes bit by

winced but said

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

is

I want to be as awesome as

went

you dare to climb so

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

know whether

took off her coat. Just as she was about to lift her shirt check, she heard a light cough behind her. “Cough,

Pauley. He was smiling brightly. “Long

afraid of being beaten to

shirt silently. “Mr. Pauley, why are you

asking, she felt that her query

Richard that it was not surprising

did not know Sidney that well and it was quite awkward to talk to him alone. Thus,

leave when Sidney spoke again. “Don’t you want to