When They Beg, I Rise!

Chapter 711

“This is rather strange, Tiffany thought to herself as she continued placing needles on several main temples on his body.

The precise spots she selected would typically induce extreme pain, yet this delicate man did not even flinch. He looked as though he could not feel any pain at all.

Tiffany wondered, ‘Is his sensitivity to pain dulled, or does he truly have such a high tolerance?‘

She cast some extra glances his way, setting aside her doubts for the moment.

When the acupuncture session finally ended, Tiffany withdrew the silver needles. At this moment, the last traces of night had given way to dawn. A band of brilliant light rose from the horizon, gradually spreading its vibrant colors across the land.

Exhausted beyond measure, Tiffany stifled a yawn and returned to her guest room.

The acupuncture session drained so much of her energy that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Before closing the door, she specifically instructed the servants not to disturb her.

Tiffany slept soundly and deeply, without even a single dream.

Because of how deeply she slept, she remained completely unaware of the events unfolding in the master bedroom, just on the other side of the wall.

Daniel sat in his wheelchair, his usually calm and gentle face now cast in shadows. His once–soft, tender eyes were clouded Lover, as if a dark current surged beneath the surface.

The room was silent, the air pressure so heavy it felt almost suffocating.

Christopher, the butler, gave a soft cough and bowed respectfully to Daniel. But this time, he addressed him not as “Mr. Cooper” but as “Mr. Hampton.”

“Mr. Hampton,” Christopher reported, “Mrs. Hampton has already gone to sleep.”

“Hmm,” Richard murmured in response as he idly toyed with a small stone in his hand. The entire reason for his feigned illness lay in that stone. He had not expected Tiffany to identify the source so quickly and offer a few acupuncture sessions as a solution.

‘No, I cannot let that happen,‘ he silently resolved. ‘After all the trouble it took to coax her here, I cannot let her leave. But, this should be done without revealing my identity.‘

Richard’s brows knitted together as he strengthened his resolve and ordered, “The ore, bring it here.”

Christopher’s eyes widened, and he could not suppress a gasp as he said, “Mr. Hampton, the ore has a much stronger magnetic field than this small one. Why would you go to such lengths…?”

“Go.” Richard commanded, his tone firm and absolute, allowing no room for argument.

other choice, Christopher bowed

was encased in an airtight glass cover to

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entirety of Tech Building No. 9, but if used on a human, it would create severe side effects, inducing

real, it made the illness nearly impossible to diagnose, ensuring that it would

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Chapter 711

the ore arrd, with a calm air, said, “Everyone,

“Yes, sir,” Christopher responded.

be futile, Christopher bowed and left respectfully. However, he noticed Richard removing the

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finally woke up in the afternoon, and her stomach

freshening up, she made her

you’re awake. Lunch has already been

out a chair, and Tiffany took her

bringing out plates upon plates crafted by top chefs: foie gras, prawns, vegetable salad,

her surprise, Tiffany noticed several of the dishes were among her

she enjoyed before

caught a whiff of the aroma, she could not hold back and rushed into

was quite intense, even though she was only slightly over two months along. She knew her condition would not improve until after the three–month mark. Until then, there

later, Tiffany emerged from the bathroom and saw that all the dishes on the table had been removed. A servant bowed apologetically beside her, saying, “I am so sorry, Miss Kelley. I did not know those dishes do not suit your preferences. I will have the kitchen prepare something fresh right

servant’s head nearly touched the floor with how deeply they

“It’s alright, it’s alright, no need to do this. Just make me a plate of pasta

servant nodded and quickly informed

it just my imagination, or were

though I am not a guest, but rather the mistress of

the butler, treated me this

heir of the Cooper family, and, as the person

It was exactly as she requested, with only egg, vegetables, and tomato. Tiffany sniffed it, and the aroma was pleasant. She

did not get sick this time, the servants breathed a sigh

to request a ride back to Luna Villa. However, just as she hinted at her desire to leave, Christopher came rushing in, his face stricken as he cried, “Miss

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