Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 703

From the lingering strength of the fragrance, Tiffany could tell that Richard and Jennie hadn’t just crossed paths. They must have spoken.

Tiffany lowered her eyes, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

In her past life, there might have been something between Richard and Jennie. If that were the case, Tiffany would be the extra person in this equation.

June had told Tiffany before that filing for divorce had been hasty. But now, Tiffany realized it might have been the right decision all along.

Tiffany didn’t linger. Without another thought, she turned to leave the venue.

She had already handed over the spirit herbs to Treasure Tower. The business was set for the next six months, leaving her free to distance herself as a hands–off boss.

June asked, “Miss, are you heading back now?”

“Yes.” Tiffany nodded.

“I’ll get the car,” June said.

“Alright.”

Tiffany waited at the entrance when, out of nowhere, a sharp male voice interrupted her thoughts.

She turned to see Calvin, the Murray family’s only son, storming out of the venue with an angry expression.

“Why did Jennie leave without saying goodbye? Did you do something to her?” Calvin demanded.

Tiffany’s voice was icy as she said, “And how exactly is that my problem?”

“You’re bullying her!” Calvin accused.

disappeared, he’d searched the venue, only to hear from a waiter that she had fallen ill and was

himself, Calvin raised his hand to

could land the blow,

do you think you’re touching?” Richard’s

the intensity of Richard’s gaze leaving him paralyzed. The murderous aura

stammered, realizing

forgot who Tiffany was Now, facing

wrong, Mr. Hampton! Please, spare me!” Calvin begged, his

of bones audible

disdain, Richard released him. “Take him back to the Murray family,” Richard ordered

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one of his hands in–front of Alijah Murray as a

“Yes, sir!”

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signaled his men, who dragged the crying Calvin to a waiting car. The vehicle sped off toward the

Taking a step back, she put some distance between herself and Richard. “Thank you for helping, Mr. Hampton,” she said politely, her tone distant. “But with this, you’ve probably made an enemy of the

like how she addressed him, as

“He

Calvin had laid a hand on her,

words and the intensity in his gaze. When their eyes met,

it might have made her happy. But now,

softly before hurrying down the

the car up, and Tiffany got in without

“Let’s go,” Tiffany said.

“Yes, Miss.”