Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 573

As much as she disliked Melody–and in her heart, she couldn’t wait for Melody to disappear–Tiffany was instinctively scared at the scene unfolding before her.

Tiffany frowned slightly.

Just moments ago, with a fleeting glance, she had recognized the person in the car: Avianna, the makeup artist whom Melody had kicked, causing her miscarriage.

Tiffany had explicitly instructed June to pay Avianna a sum of money to keep her quiet and follow instructions. She hadn’t anticipated Avianna acting so impulsively, letting her rage cloud her judgment and choosing such an extreme method to retaliate against Melody.

‘Stupid. Just plain stupid,’ she thought.

Before Tiffany could process her thoughts, the scene took a dramatic turn. Melody, reacting with startling speed, darted to the side–and in a shocking twist, she grabbed another student and pulled him directly before her.

A screech pierced the air as the brakes engaged, the car halting mere inches from the terrified student.

The entire spectacle was heart–stopping.

Chaos erupted. Someone called the police, and others rushed to help.

Ten minutes later, Avianna was apprehended.

Before being taken away by the police, Avianna turned to Melody, her voice filled with anguish and fury. “Give me back my child! Give me back my child!” she screamed..

The incident of Melody causing Avianna’s miscarriage had been suppressed, buried under layers of influence and distraction. However, many people knew about it. It was impossible to really hide it, so there were still some leaks.

However, after Kenneth broke off the engagement, people lost interest in Melody. As a result, the public chose to forget about this episode.

Now, Avianna mentioned it again, transforming once–dismissed gossip into undeniable truth.

Avianna’s cries echoed in the chaos. “Give me back my baby! You monster! You heartless woman! You’ll get what’s coming to you–I curse you!”

Tiffany watched silently as Avianna was forced into the police car

With a slight sigh, she instructed her driver, “Let’s go.”

Originally, Tiffany had hoped Avianna would dismantle Melody’s façade piece by piece, exposing her for who she truly was. Tiffany also wanted to expose the fact that Melody had killed her deskmate and indirectly caused Ged’s death. Unexpectedly, Avianna had agreed to it long before, but the moment she took action, she acted terribly foolish!

Driving a car to hit Melody? In broad daylight?‘ she wondered. It is so reckless. Foolish beyond belief!

Not only had Avianna failed to harm Melody, but she’d also landed herself in police custody instead.

her temples in frustration, exhaling sharply

surprise. Tiffany saw Avianna again in front of the school the very next

seemed that she was released after less than a day

froze momentarily hefore casually asking

was not only ill but mentally unstable. Her actions the day before had caused

was

eyebrow, Tiffany stepped

with a loudspeaker in hand, blasting accusations for all to hear. Her message was clear:

even insinuated that Melody had been involved in a murder and gotten

everyone coming and going could

returned to school, the air

trusted. Others, however, whispered that Avianna’s statements sounded disturbingly credible–ninety percent, to be exact. After all, everything Avianna said

Melody’s once–flawless, kind–hearted image took

Opinions were sharply divided.

debate, Tiffany remained

dealing with Richard who had taken to climbing through her window at night. Days

the school gates after class this day, only to have

window rolled down, revealing

commanded in a low,

realized it, Tiffany had obediently climbed

her, his intense gaze unwavering. “The wedding dress design is ready,” he said slowly. “I’m

expression dazed

on her–she had completely forgotten about her upcoming

cheek and leaned in to deliver a light,

“I’m not,” Tiffany said.

intention of doing

softly

of softness, sweetness, and

the privacy curtains between the front and back seats fell, Richard wasted no

in the spacious backseat, he murmured lazily, his voice a low, husky drawl,

unknowingly seducing him, driving him mad with

if it was his self–control that was lacking or if

trail of faint red marks that bloomed on

she protested with

last time when June had accidentally

was, leaving this kind