Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 502

Two and a half hours later, the plane touched down. Tiffany stepped out of the airport. She wore no disguise, made no attempt to conceal her whereabouts, and didn't bother with a fake identity. She resolved to arrive openly, without hiding

Only by doing so could she ensure that people with ill intentions, like Felix and Morwen, would naturally follow her from Lovell City. She wanted their schemes aimed solely at her, keeping everyone else out of it

As she exited the terminal, she spotted Philip, a renowned oil painter, waiting for her right at the entrance. A bit surprised, she greeted him, "Mr. Fremont, what brings you here?"

Tm here to pick you up! Surprised to see me?" Philip's face lit up with excitement.

"I am. Tiffany nodded, though without much enthusiasm, causing Philip to huff in mock annoyance,

"Did you finish the landscape painting I asked for? Where's the work?" Philip asked.

"Well, things have been pretty busy lately, Tiffany replied with a strained smile.

As a master oil painter, Philip had previously taught at Lovell School and had once begged Tiffany to become his apprentice. This marked the beginning of a rather complex relationship where he was always pushing her to practice, while she nodded along but seldom follow Tiffany sighed, remembering how she'd warned Philip back when he was so insistent on taking her on as a student that she might not live up to his expectations or have the dedication to make oil painting her primary goal. But Philip had insisted, so she'd agreed.

Looking back now, she was sure Philip's decision had been a mistake.

"Mr. Fremont... Tiffany began.

"I know what you want to say, but I already told you that you're a natural talent, and my eye for talent is never wrong. Philip interrupted and waved his hand. "Come on, let's get going."

"Alright"

Halfway to the car, Philip suddenly asked, "By the way, Tiffany, didn't Mr. Hampton come with you this time? I remember you two got engaged, right?"

The last time Tiffany had visited Traron City, she had taken Richard's private jet along with Philip.

Regarding the engagement, Richard had kept the reception details tightly under wraps. While people in Lovell City were aware, the news hadn't reached Traron City, so it made sense that Philip hadn't heard. Tiffany simply chuckled without commenting.

As they left the airport, Tiffany checked the rearview mirror and noticed a luxury business car following at a steady distance.

City proper, Philip offered to arrange a place for

her, and she could never be certain when

and simply had the driver drop her

her luggage to the elevator, she glanced back. As expected, the luxury car had parked, and someone was

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elevator took her straight to

open just as the bellhop was about to close it behind him. "Leave

was calm

elevator chimed, and

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on the couch. Tiffany glanced up slightly and saw a tall

by his well-defined chin and lips, he was probably

a low whistle and asked lazily, "You followed me

removed his sunglasses, revealing his deep-set eyes. His face was unfamiliar, but there was something oddly familiar in his gaze. Tiffany

answer. Instead, he reached out, pulled

locked with a click,

be an enemy, but rather an ally.

judgment. Rising from the couch, Tiffany retrieved her disguise kit from

the hotel, now bearing the face of the Miracle Healer,

anticipated her arrival, but as she stood at their doorstep,

the Miracle Healer really this young? She

"She doesn't look the part. She's just a young girl-how

Tiffany remained calm

watch and said coolly, "I'm very busy. Step

errand; her true purpose was to avoid the disaster shown by the Treasure Box. As long as she kept her distance from Richard, she wouldn't cause his death By steering clear of Moonlit Pier, there would be

that the forces targeting her would shift their focus from Lovell City to Traron City. Therefore, her family would be safe, and Richard would be out of harm's

eyebrow as the people blocking her path hesitated, cowed by her presence, and finally

lightly on his wrist, checking his pulse, and instantly grasped his condition. She asked, "What did you feed Mr. Ashton before his

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