Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 454

The subordinates immediately got to work. It was easy enough to find a sewing kit in the servants' quarters.

But Alexia still didn't get it. She kept acting like the spoiled young lady she was, her voice sharp. "How dare you talk like that to your master?" Lorenzo just shook his head and laughed bitterly. He didn't know whether to call her naive or plain stupid.

Then again, it made sense. The Harper family had sheltered her all her life. She'd grown up thinking the world revolved around her.

Lorenzo smiled and slapped her across the face, making Alexia's head snap to the side.

Romeo stood up, anger flashing in his eyes. "Enough! She is still young. I will apologize on her behalf. Please don't take it out on her." In this situation, he had no choice but to try to smooth things over.

"Grandpa?" Alexia looked up, completely shocked.

This was the first time she had ever seen her grandfather apologize to anyone, especially not someone like this.

She couldn't understand why he was doing this. They were beneath them, yet Romeo was the one apologizing. It felt like a huge insult.

Her anger flared, and her eyes went red. She shouted, "Someone! Where are the bodyguards? Where's the butler? Where is everyone? Get these assholes out of my house!" But no one came, even when her voice cracked from yelling.

That was when Alexia realized something wasn't right. "Who are you? Why did you break into my house?"

Lorenzo smirked. "A little late for questions, don't you think?" He grabbed a needle from his subordinate, its sharp tip glinting in the light.

"Hold her down," he ordered, and his bodyguards moved to restrain Alexia.

She panicked as soon as she saw they were serious. She shook her head, her voice trembling. "I was wrong! I was wrong! Please, don't-don't come near me, please!" Lorenzo was never one to show mercy. The silver needle went in, and Alexia's scream filled the room.

Romeo rushed forward, but one of the men kicked him down without hesitation.

and this was the second time he had been knocked down in such a short time. Romeo struggled to get up, panting. His voice cracked as he tried to command, "Enough Stop it now!" 'Lorenzo's voice was icy as he asked, "Are you going to hand it over

blood started dripping onto

body wouldn't let her. She couldn't even find the strength to speak, just weak, desperate sounds coming from her throat. The pain was too much. Her face twisted in agony, her body shaking

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She was his granddaughter, the one he'd watched grow up, the one

he handed over the Treasure Box now, everything he had worked for-the secret he had kept for over a decade- would be exposed. The dream of living longer, the

than ten years of obsession was worth as much as his granddaughter's

"Since you don't care about your own granddaughter, I won't

cruel. Alexia's body shook with fear, tears streaming down her face as her

save me-" She could barely get the

fell too, his voice breaking as he finally gave in. "The Treasure Box-it's buried under the fig

a real blow that the secret, hidden for more than ten

the ground, his eyes cloudy,

waste any time. As soon as he heard it, he motioned for his men to

wasn't long before they found the tightly wrapped package buried beneath the soil. Lorenzo released Alexia and eagerly tore into the package. Under the layers of oilskin, a soft blue glow flickered quietly. It was the Treasure Box. The same mysterious, blue-colored object that seemed to pulse with a strange power. Lorenzo let out a laugh, feeling a rush of satisfaction. After all the searching, he'd finally found it. He

his subordinates immediately fired a flare into the sky. A firework bloomed over the Harper

the Harper estate

of tears. Alexia was still on the ground, shaking uncontrollably, cold sweat dripping from her. "Alexia?" Romeo struggled to his feet and tried to move toward

skin, the thread stretched painfully tight, making it impossible for her to speak.

had, maybe she wouldn't have had to suffer like 'this. Maybe she wouldn't have been reduced to

eyes, overwhelmed by the weight of it all. Everything he had lived for, every dream, every obsession-it had all been

to