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.”

open a few feet away. The gap widened,

jaw dropped. “No wonder

no signs of the person Tiffany was supposed to meet

unease growing stronger. Something beyond that doorway was pulling at her, an invisible force stirring her emotions

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

tunnel’s steep staircase descended for what felt like forever, spiraling deep into the earth. The walls were narrow, the air heavy, and the only

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

space was stark and unadorned. Thick stone pillars lined the path to a single structure

was about

firmly. His usual relaxed demeanor gave way to a sharper,

Tiffany nodded. “Alright.”

cautiously, stepping from pillar to pillar. Despite their earlier worries,

they approached the building, Tiffany began to relax, until a faint voice

“There you are.”

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

did you

are you

a small smile. “I’m fine. Probably

they continued, the voice

“You’re finally here.”

as though charged with deep

softly, unsure if

response was immediate. “I’m your