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.

wanted to touch

was October, and the autumn diurnal temperature range in Melvor Mountain was huge.

nose, she continued walking to the back of the farmhouse. From afar, she saw five little

their gazes and saw an eight-year-old boy

hurriedly shouted, “What are you doing?

proudly, “Tiffany, we’re picking

that there were indeed may green fruits under the

a little

supplies to the kids yesterday, they kept bringing all kinds of delicious food to

was said that the fish she had for dinner

This is

or I won’t play

was

tree heard this,

were used to climbing trees from a young

as Tiffany was about to compliment him, the little kid lost his footing

consequences of falling from such

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

hit the protruding tree root on the ground

fight with those assassins. This old wound opened up again. Tiffany could even feel blood seeping into her

winced but

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

is

want to be

went on and

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

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

did not know whether to laugh

she carefully stood up and took off her coat. Just as she was about to lift her shirt check, she heard a light cough

froze. She swung around in shock and saw Sidney Pauley. He was smiling brightly. “Long

not afraid of being beaten

her shirt silently. “Mr.

she felt that

Richard that it was not surprising for

Sidney that well and it was quite awkward to talk to him alone. Thus, Tiffany excused herself.

to leave when Sidney spoke again. “Don’t you want to ask me how his