Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 509

Sure enough, she had found the detonator on Morwen and, in that split second, swapped it with a fake device given to her by Jeremy. Morwen had been foolish enough to think she'd hidden it so well, but in the end, it only took a moment for Tiffany to steal it without her eve Tiffany casually toyed with the detonator in her hand, her smile teasing and playful. She asked. "Care to take a guess? Is the detonator in my hand the real one?"

Morwen was speechless, and her face turned deathly pale. "No! Whether she gambled or not, she had already lost.

Tiffany, however, seemed to be enjoying herself. As she pressed one of the buttons, she casually added, "Just a heads-up, I'm about to detonate the bomb at position one. Aren't you going to run?" Morwen was dumbfounded, and her face twisted in fury.

"Three, two, one." As she reached one, Tiffany pressed the control button.

Morwen bolted, sprinting as fast as she could.

"Boom!" The explosion echoed, shaking the entire ship but quickly returning to stillness. The only sign of the blast was the second-floor restaurant debris blasted out in all directions.

It was a pity, initially, that position one wasn't even beneath Morwen's feet. Tiffany pursed her lips, then selected another. "Starting from position four, everyone ready? I'm about to begin the countdown."

'Devil! She's an absolute evil! Morwen thought. She and her subordinates were horrified, their faces contorted with rage. They were about to curse her out, but Tiffany's countdown started again before they could speak. "Three, two, one. Her lazy voice floated through the night air-so pleasant to the ear, yet toying with others, cruel and heartless, a terrifying mix of beauty and malice.

Boom! The explosion rang out again. This time, Morwen was a moment too slow. Though the bomb at position four wasn't directly beneath her feet, its blast radius still sent her flying, crashing hard into the bulkhead. "Ah!" Morwen hit the ground with a loud thud, the impact leaving her curled up in pain, her body hunched like a shrimp. The blow was so severe that she couldn't even imagine getting up.

Morwen thought Tiffany might finally show mercy after such a brutal hit. But instead, that indifferent voice floated to her ears again, carrying on the wind

said lazily. "I believe it is right beneath you,

who rushed to help her, she dashed forward, speeding away as fast as possible. "Boom"" Another explosion rocked the

total of nine positions. Aside from the one beneath her and Jeremy's feet, eight other positions were fair game to detonate at will. "Well, this should be enough to teach her a lesson Tiffany raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye, before calling another number.

far!" Morwen clenched her fists, her eyes burning with rage. "I swear, I will never let you get hway with this! If you have the guts,

control button without a word. "Okay, as instructed," she said. Tiffany could not reject her

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anger montients ago, turned and ran. Despite her body covered in injuries from the

crisis, her survival instincts kicked in. The explosions kept coming, and she fled with

smile wide and her eyes sparkling with mischief. "How does it

yet breathless, with no moment to recover.

You are ruthless indeed!" Morwen said, taking one step

of a helicopter echoed through the sky, its buzzing growing louder as it flew

helicopter that

ship catching fire, but as her men on the helicopter waited; they grew drowsy, seeing no signs of flames. It wasn't until they heard

flew in, and a soft ladder was immediately lowered. Morwen climbed up without hesitation, followed closely by her subordinates, scrambling up one after another. The group all rushed to escape. Jeremy finally spoke, his gaze darkening as he asked, "Let them go?" Keeping them alive would

to the count. Altogether, it was quite a crowd. She couldn't carry the burden of their sins. Besides, many were innocent, caught up in Morwen's mess. There was nothing else

the darkness in his eyes fading. If it weren't for Morwen's status, he would have

ladder, was finally pulled up by

she felt a sense of safety, she glanced down at the cruise and turned her head, asking, "Where's the gun? Where's the