Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 700

Richard had left without a word. From start to finish, he didn’t even spare Jennie a glance.

Jennie’s smile froze. A flush of humiliation burned her face, as though she’d been slapped in front of everyone. The sting of

embarrassment was unbearable.

Just then, Flynn hurried down the stairs, worry written all over his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jennie replied.

“Thank goodness.” Flynn sighed in relief. Then, with a puzzled look, he asked, “Why did you fall? I barely tugged on you.”

“Dad, it’s my shoes,” Jennie explained. “They’re not very stable, and I lost my balance.”

“That’s my fault. I shouldn’t have pulled you. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Flynn frowned, guilt creeping onto his face. “Come on, let’s leave. We can’t get in anyway. I’ll take you shopping instead.”

As Flynn began walking, Jennie hesitated, her expression conflicted.

“Dad,” she said hesitantly, “it feels like such a waste to leave. Why don’t we try speaking to the shopkeeper? If they know we’re from the Vallgren family, they might let us in.”

Flynn stopped and shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

It was beneath them to ask for favors from other people.

“But Dad,” Jennie protested.

“Let’s go,” Flynn insisted.

but didn’t push further. She followed Flynn reluctantly, trailing behind

sleek luxury car pulled up. Jennie

car door opened, and out stepped a young woman dressed casually in a white sweater and slim–fit jeans. Despite her simple outfit, the

attention without effort. She looked like she belonged to a different world, unreachable and

Tiffany paused. She felt someone’s gaze on

composed herself, offering a sweet,

reacted. She glanced away indifferently and resumed walking, June following

please be

expression serious. “I appreciate your concern, but don’t let it show. We

a chill running down her spine. Tiffany’s words were a sharp reminder that any visible weakness

be more careful,” June

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calmly, stepping onto the

two continued toward the entrance, but a

slightly out of breath. “Excuse me,” she said politely. “Are you here for the Treasure Appraisal Conference? My name is Jennie Vallgren. Could

away. Her expression

flatly, her tone leaving no room

taken aback.

Jennie. “I’ve

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welled with tears. She stammered out an apology, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I

attention, and a nearby guest,

harsh? Is this how the Kelley family treats

unfazed. Her calm gaze swept over him as if he wasn’t worth her

wasn’t as composed. She raised her chin, a sly smile on her lips. “Mr. Murray, it’s amusing to