Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Even Owen couldn’t figure out what Tiffany was up to. Before he could intervene, he watched as she snapped her fingers and had the troublemakers tied up. It was clear that things were escalating quickly.

Owen felt anxious and quietly urged, “Tiffany, I will handle this matter. Please have them released, and we need to get this person on the floor to the hospital immediately… It would have been too late to save him if they had been delayed longer.

Tiffany smiled reassuringly and said, “Don’t worry; leave it to me. Then, she produced a needle from her hand.

A keen–eyed customer spotted her and laughed, saying, “What do you need that needle for? Are you planning to do some embroidery?” Laughter erupted from all around.

Even the men tied up for causing the disturbance couldn’t help but scoff at the scene. “Do you think you can pull off some tricks? Do you even know who we are?”

“Oh, who are you? Just a few lapdogs sent by Morwen Xanthus, Tiffany said with a knowing smile, exposing their true identities.

The Azure Sea Royal Family was well–known for its rare medicinal herbs, and the people there were skilled in using them. The person lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing, indeed appeared to have stopped breathing.

Even if the ambulance arrived, the doctors would likely declare that the individual had lost all vital signs and that resuscitation efforts were futile, with the cause of death determined as food poisoning.

It was a ruthless move, using a potential manslaughter case to bring down Maximus restaurant. It relied on the assumption that Owen wouldn’t want to see his hard work go to waste, believing that he would compromise under intimidation and temptation.

However, what no one knew was that the man lying on the ground in a state of unconsciousness was merely faking his death.

Tiffany waved the needle in her hand, unfazed by the malicious jeers coming from all directions. She slowly crouched down, looking at the man feigning death on the ground, her smile filled with meaning. “Stay still; I won’t hold back,” she said as the needle descended.

as I

fixed on Tiffany as if she were

cruel and couldn’t help but interject, “Someone has collapsed in

what she’s doing. How can

Owen felt overwhelmed. Yet, he gritted his teeth and chose

their heads in disbelief, one of them murmuring, “Alright then, let’s make a bet. Let’s see if Miss Kelley had what it took to save someone with a

not,” came the laughter that

opinion, relying on a mere trophy who depended on men to save lives was unrealistic. Tiffany’s former image was that of

influence

ultimately came from Richard’s support. With him backing her, she dared to act so boldly.

unlike the painless needle in the shoulder, Tiffany

their vein. The bound companion’s expression shifted a few more needles and this feigned state of death would be impossible

but Tiffany’s hands moved swiftly, and two

With a scream, the half–conscious man on the ground

his companion had woken him after completing the task. Groggily, he asked.

three needles in his head, slowly open his eyes. The first

exuding a lazy elegance like a fairy or a mythical being. She looked as if she had stepped right out of a

the shock, the girl smiled gently and asked, “Are you

could anything

good impression in front of the beauty and felt that his previous convulsions must have looked disgusting. Eager to regain dignity, he blurted out anything that came to