Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Two and a half hours later, the plane touched down. Tiffany stepped out of the airport. She wore no disguise, made no attempt to conceal her whereabouts, and didn't bother with a fake identity. She resolved to arrive openly, without hiding

Only by doing so could she ensure that people with ill intentions, like Felix and Morwen, would naturally follow her from Lovell City. She wanted their schemes aimed solely at her, keeping everyone else out of it

As she exited the terminal, she spotted Philip, a renowned oil painter, waiting for her right at the entrance. A bit surprised, she greeted him, "Mr. Fremont, what brings you here?"

Tm here to pick you up! Surprised to see me?" Philip's face lit up with excitement.

"I am. Tiffany nodded, though without much enthusiasm, causing Philip to huff in mock annoyance,

"Did you finish the landscape painting I asked for? Where's the work?" Philip asked.

"Well, things have been pretty busy lately, Tiffany replied with a strained smile.

As a master oil painter, Philip had previously taught at Lovell School and had once begged Tiffany to become his apprentice. This marked the beginning of a rather complex relationship where he was always pushing her to practice, while she nodded along but seldom follow Tiffany sighed, remembering how she'd warned Philip back when he was so insistent on taking her on as a student that she might not live up to his expectations or have the dedication to make oil painting her primary goal. But Philip had insisted, so she'd agreed.

Looking back now, she was sure Philip's decision had been a mistake.

"Mr. Fremont... Tiffany began.

"I know what you want to say, but I already told you that you're a natural talent, and my eye for talent is never wrong. Philip interrupted and waved his hand. "Come on, let's get going."

"Alright"

Halfway to the car, Philip suddenly asked, "By the way, Tiffany, didn't Mr. Hampton come with you this time? I remember you two got engaged, right?"

The last time Tiffany had visited Traron City, she had taken Richard's private jet along with Philip.

Regarding the engagement, Richard had kept the reception details tightly under wraps. While people in Lovell City were aware, the news hadn't reached Traron City, so it made sense that Philip hadn't heard. Tiffany simply chuckled without commenting.

As they left the airport, Tiffany checked the rearview mirror and noticed a luxury business car following at a steady distance.

When they reached Traron City proper, Philip offered to arrange a place for Tiffany to stay, but she declined. "Ive already booked a hotel."

There was too much danger surrounding her, and she could never be certain when they might catch up.

Philip didn't push further and simply had the driver drop her off at the hotel entrance before departing.

Tiffany checked in alone. As the bellhop helped carry her luggage to the elevator, she glanced back. As expected, the luxury car had parked, and someone was stepping out, heading into the hotel. 1/3

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The elevator took her straight to the top floor.

Once in her room, Tiffany held the door open just as the bellhop was about to close it behind him. "Leave it open."

Her expression was calm and composed.

A few minutes later, the elevator chimed, and footsteps grew louder as someone approached.

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Sitting on the couch. Tiffany glanced up slightly and saw a tall man approaching, wearing oversized sunglasses that covered most of his face.

Judging by his well-defined chin and lips, he was probably handsome.

Tiffany let out a low whistle and asked lazily, "You followed me all the way here. So, tell me, who sent you?"

The man casually removed his sunglasses, revealing his deep-set eyes. His face was unfamiliar, but there was something oddly familiar in his gaze. Tiffany frowned. "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer. Instead, he reached out, pulled her door shut, and murmured, "It's safer this way."

The door locked with a click, leaving the tall man outside.

Tiffany blinked, coming to the realization that he might not be an enemy, but rather an ally. Still, she couldn't place him.

Regardless, given his lack of hostility, she decided to withhold judgment. Rising from the couch, Tiffany retrieved her disguise kit from her bag.

Three minutes later, she departed the hotel, now bearing the face of the Miracle Healer, and headed to visit the Ashton family.

The Ashton family had eagerly anticipated her arrival, but as she stood at their doorstep, skepticism quickly surfaced about her age and appearance.

"Is the Miracle Healer really this young? She must be a fraud!" one scoffed.

Another chimed in, "She doesn't look the part. She's just a young girl-how could she possibly have the skills to heal. anyone?"

Unfazed by their remarks, Tiffany remained calm and composed.

She glanced at her watch and said coolly, "I'm very busy. Step aside.

Her trip to Traron City to treat Victor was merely a side errand; her true purpose was to avoid the disaster shown by the Treasure Box. As long as she kept her distance from Richard, she wouldn't cause his death By steering clear of Moonlit Pier, there would be no fire, the helicopter wouldn't explode, and she wouldn't unwittingly bring about Richard's death.

Coming to Traron City alone meant that the forces targeting her would shift their focus from Lovell City to Traron City. Therefore, her family would be safe, and Richard would be out of harm's way.

Tiffany arched an eyebrow as the people blocking her path hesitated, cowed by her presence, and finally stepped aside. She proceeded unhindered to Victor's bedside.

She placed her fingers lightly on his wrist, checking his pulse, and instantly grasped his condition. She asked, "What did you feed Mr. Ashton before his episode?"

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"Calming medicine, some supplements, and the usual food," the butler replied, then added, "Is the

an issue with any of

those?"

"There may be a surprise in store, Tiffany replied with a faint smile. She calmly administered an antidote to Victor and performed acupuncture, inserting several needles with precision. When she finished, Victor's once- shallow breathing grew steady, and his weak heartbeat visibly strengthened.

With her treatment done, Tiffany departed as swiftly as she had arrived.

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Just before leaving the house, Tiffany's gaze fell upon a photograph. The picture featured a father and daughter-a young. unmistakable Victor seated in the frame. Behind him stood a teenage girl, his daughter. Strangely, this young girl's features bore a striking resemblance to her own.

Tiffany froze, frowning slightly as she stared at the photograph

Then she turned and returned to the hotel.

Meanwhile, Morwen had arrived in Traron City.

She tracked down the hotel where Tiffany was staying and grandly attempted to book all the rooms on Tiffany's floor, but the receptionist informed her that someone had already reserved the entire floor. At this, Morwen's expression soured "Who is it?" This was a serious obstacle to her plans, and it irritated her immensely.

The receptionist shook her head, unwilling to disclose guest information.

After persistent cajoling and pressure, Morwen finally managed to get the last name of the other guest-Cooper. This guest had reserved the entire floor and was staying in the room right next to Tiffany'sTêxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Morwen froze and she wondered, 'Cooper? Could it be Jeremy?