Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 565

Richard raised an eyebrow and followed Tiffany’s gaze to Garry, who was choking and tearing up. With a flat tone, he said. “Let him learn his lesson”

Even knowing that pressing the button would trigger a mechanism, Garry, acting impulsively, still went ahead.

Fortunately, it was only some smoke. If it had been a deadlier trap, Garry’s reckless move could have endangered everyone.

“Richard.” Garry wheezed, his voice full of guilt. “I know I messed up.”

He had acted carelessly, relying on Richard’s presence to fix anything dangerous. Now, Garry regretted it deeply, vowing not to repeat such a mistake.

Richard shot him a cold glance but said nothing.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the room, clearing the smoke in moments. The air became breathable again, and the group relaxed, coughing and catching their breath.

Garry let out a relieved sigh. “That wind came just in time!”

Then he froze, realizing something strange. ‘We’re indoors. There are no windows or openings. So, where had the wind come from?‘ Garry thought.

Slowly, he turned to look at Richard, who remained calm and unmoved. Before Garry could question Richard, the floor beneath them began to shake.

The vibrations grew stronger, and someone asked nervously, “Is it an earthquake?”

June, always sharp, crouched to examine the ground. “No, this isn’t an earthquake. It’s a mechanism activating.”

away. The gap widened, revealing a hidden

“No wonder we couldn’t

signs of the person Tiffany was supposed to meet or any hidden chambers. The

Something beyond that doorway was pulling at her,

the tunnel. Richard, holding her hand, followed closely, his steady

deep into the earth. The walls were narrow, the air heavy, and the only sounds were their footsteps and

glow of candles along the walls. Strangely, they appeared fresh, barely burned. Someone had

space was stark and unadorned. Thick stone pillars

stepped onto the first pillar, releasing Richard’s hand. She was about to move forward when he gently

said firmly. His usual relaxed demeanor gave

Tiffany nodded. “Alright.”

way, the group followed cautiously, stepping from pillar to pillar.

to relax, until

“There you are.”

The voice was soft but unmistakable. June accidentally stepped on Tiffany’s foot, leaving a small black scuff

asked, “June, did you

are you

“I’m fine.

voice

“You’re finally here.”

carried a strange weight, as though charged

softly, unsure if

was immediate.