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

Tiffany said lazily. "I believe it is right beneath

to help her, she dashed forward, speeding away as fast as possible. "Boom"" Another

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. "This time, it's position seven. Everyone else, you'd better watch

you're going too 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, then blow me up already! Go

a word. "Okay, as instructed," she said. Tiffany could not reject

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ago, turned and ran. Despite her body

kept coming, and she fled with

all eight explosions had finished, Tiffany finally stopped, her smile wide and her

was to flee, reduced to nothing more than prey. Her body was bruised and battered, yet breathless, with no moment to recover. Every faint sound sent a jolt through her, her nerves stretched thin like a startled animal, always

are ruthless indeed!" Morwen said, taking

through the sky, its buzzing

that was supposed

had set the signal to be the sight of the ship catching fire, but as her men on the helicopter waited; they

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

head. "No." Over thirty Morwen's men were still under control on the cruise, and the half-dozen gathered around her added 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

If it weren't for Morwen's status, he would

was finally pulled up by someone

and turned her head, asking, "Where's the gun? Where's the sniper? Get them to fire!