Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 506

Morwen held back her frustration and forced a smile, saying, "Originally, the theme for today's ball was a costume I didn't want to make everyone go through the hassle. So, it's just a fun masquerade ball instead. "Here, we have masks in many different styles. Go ahead, pick one."

party, but

As soon as Morwen Xanthus finished speaking, a masked maid stepped forward with a tray full of masks of different styles: and shapes.

What's she up to now? Tiffany found it amusing but still picked a dark purple mask that looked mysterious and alluring.

Jeremy picked the same style with an expressionless face. It seemed whatever Tiffany did, he would follow.

Seeing this, Morwen felt a pang of jealousy.

She didn't understand what was so special about Tiffany that someone was always there for her. Previously, it was Richard. Now, here was another man.

Though she didn't know who he was, his appearance and presence suggested he was not an ordinary man.

"Tiffany is so shameless! Flirting with just anyone she meets! Morwen sneered inwardly and then turned to greet other guests.

The yacht was large, and it was filled with lively music and people dancing. The rich aroma of wine drifted through the hall. It was both intoxicating and a little boring for Tiffany

She stifled a yawn. She'd been thinking about Victor's situation all night, so she hadn't slept well. Drowsiness crept in, and she got up, saying, "Tll take a walk to shake off the sleepiness"

Jeremy was about to follow but stopped when Tiffany gave him a look. He could only sit back down.

Tiffany wandered out of the ballroom and walked toward the back of the yacht.

first floor held the kitchen, where all the food was prepared. The second floor was the dining room, and the third floor

brows, feeling

barrels of gasoline and remote explosives on the yacht at Moonlit Pier. Tiffany

first three floors seemed normal, so the only place to hide gasoline barrels and explosives

floor. The area below is the storage room. It's dirty, Miss Kelly, better not go down and dirty your dress" If this explanation were given to any other young lady who liked to keep up appearances, it

all, the bottom storage deck was used to store supplies, meats, and other odds and ends. No

eyebrow and kept

to find someone for help. But before she could call out.

walked downstairs

doorway, she could smell the heavy scent of

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closer to check it out. Sure enough, the large warehouse was filled with rows upon rows of tightly sealed gasoline barrels. She counted and

enough to engulf the entire yacht in flames. If a fire

then, the yacht would have already reached the middle of the river, and with the deep waters

her That way, Tiffany's death would

barrels, causing gasoline to spill out and flow along the floorboards into the river below. Tiffany moved through the storage room, puncturing the barrels

around the yacht to

them.

she returned to the first floor. At the staircase, Tiffany saw the maid she had knocked out still lying there, she walked over and nudged her, saying, "Hey, wake up. The maid groggily opened her eyes and, upon seeing Tiffany, instantly

smiled and

back up to the

she decided to put aside the strange fact that she had fainted for no apparent

lot of people were setting it up, and my team observed for

probably doesn't

Jeremy asked, "You checked?"