Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

“What’s going on? Tiffany wondered, blinking in confusion, unable to grasp the situation. But there was no time to dwell on it, the old man in front of her was in critical condition. If she didn’t act fast, he would die for sure.

“Hang in there. We’ll get you to the hospital,” Tiffany said as she helped the man up. While doing so, she avoided Richard’s gaze and discreetly slipped a pill into the old man’s mouth. The ill would stabilize his heart, buy him time, and heal his wounds.

The old man was already on the brink, and after swallowing the ill unconsciously, he fainted!. Just before he completely blacked out, he struggled to raise his hand as if reaching out to Tiffany. She hesitated, watching his consciousness slip away. his hand falling limp. She wondered if it was her imagination or if she had seen guilt and desperation in his eyes. The sight left her with an unsettling feeling.

Tiffany turned her head toward Richard, but his face was hard to read, his brow furrowed with an expression she couldn’t quite interpret.

“What is it?” she asked.

Before Richard could respond, the sound of several cars pulling up nearby interrupted them. People rushed out, frantically searching and calling out. It seemed like they were here to rescue the old man.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Tiffany had already done her part; the old man appeared to be in critical condition, but she knew he would survive. Without missing a beat, she grabbed Richard’s arm to leave. “Let’s go.”

The two of them quickly left, climbing into their car. As Tiffany glanced back, she saw the rescuers carefully lifting the old man and rushing him to the hospital. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to Richard’s earlier hesitation, curious, she asked, “By the way, do you know who that old man was!”

“Yeah.” Richard leaned back in his seat, his tone casual. “That was Victor Ashton, the head of the Ashton family and also the head of the four prominent families in Traron City

Tiffany’s eyes widened in realization, thinking, “No wonder

The alley was too dark, and with the urgency of saving someone, Tiffany didn’t pay much attention to the old man’s attire at first. Now that she thought about it, he was wearing an exquisite, intricately embroidered outfit-definitely someone of wealth and status.

What was someone as important as Victor Ashton doing, injured and alone on the street? His wounds had been so severe that if I hadn’t passed by, not even the best doctors could’ve saved him, Tiffany wondered. Her curiosity lingered, but she shrugged it off as a random incident. Just a weird little detour in her day.

Seeing Tiffany’s indifferent reaction to saving such a big shot, Richard raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why leave so quickly? If she stayed, Victor would surely repay her once he regained consciousness. As the head of the most prestigious family in Traron City, whatever Victor could offer would be significant, especially since Tiffany was the successor to Philip, it could only bring benefit, not harm.

Tiffany paused, waving her hand dismissively. “I didn’t do anything special. Why should I take credit for that?” Even if she had known the old man’s true identity, she would still choose to leave.

Richard chuckled, looking at her with amusement. “Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, Victor isn’t just any old man. He’s the real owner behind the Treasure Tower. That meant the Ashton family was not only well-connected but also extremely wealthy.

Tiffany was stunned and, after a moment, felt like kicking herself “Wow, what a missed opportunity! She had saved the life of the head of a powerful family, and no one even knew about it What a huge loss!” she bellowed inwardly. Feeling deflated, she looked at Richard with a desperate expression. “You should have told me sooner…”

Although Tiffany wasn’t exactly struggling for cash-having turned a couple of diamond mines into a few hundreds of millions and owning shops all down the street, with Calels and Greg barking her-there was no comparison to the Ashton family. The Ashtons had an entire Treasure Tower, which was like an endless gold mine. The more she thought about it, the more she regretted it.

Tiffany nudged Richard playfully. “Hey, do you think I can make it back in time?”

Richard stifled a laugh and replied slowly, “Sweetheart. If you need money, I can help you.” Then, he handed her a sleek black card. That was a top-tier black card from Royal Tower. There was only one in the world worth half a conglomerates an unfathomably huge amount.

It meant Tiffany could spend freely, even enough to buy Treasure Tower outright. She looked taken aback. “What are you giving me this for? I’m not short on cash. She pushed the card back towards Richard.

But Richard insisted, “Take it. You can’t possibly spend all of it anyway.”

Tiffany blinked, thinking that Richard was the only person in the world who could say that with confidence. After all, she spent money much slower than he made it. Plus, this card held enough funds to rival half a conglomerate-truly an endless source of wealth.

However, Tiffany didn’t feel like to accept it. It felt too much like being kept. Seeing her firm refusal, Richard didn’t push any

further.

When they returned to the estate, the rain was pouring down even harder. After Tiffany showered and changed into dry clothes, she listened to the soothing sound of the rain and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Philip had come along, but now he decided to stay in Traron City. On the day of their departure, it was just Richard and Tiffany heading out together.

After breakfast, at 9 a.m., Richard had to leave for an errand, planning to return to Lovell City by afternoon.

Tiffany didn’t mind and settled into a comfy chair, laptop in hand, continuing to write her story. She hadn’t been idle this past week-she’d been updating daily, and her audience was steadily growing. It gave her a sense of accomplishment.

Just as she was about to shut down her laptop, she noticed an email from someone claiming to be a director interested in buying her story for a film adaptation..

At first, she brushed it off. But then, she received another email with a brief video attached. Curiosity piqued, she clicked to watch. To her surprise, the person in the video was none other than Oliver Fraser, a renowned international director.

In his forties, Oliver was celebrated both inside and outside the industry. People said anything he touched turned to gold; he was known for his dedication and unique vision.

He had a knack for creating stars; whether an actor made it big really depended on how well they performed under his direction. He had an eye for talent, and his productions always received rave reviews, making him a ratings powerhouse. If he favored someone, even a newcomer could find success.

Tiffany finished watching the video. In it, Oliver had left his contact information, expressing his desire to meet in person to discuss buying the rights to her story, among other details. Coincidentally, he was currently in Traron City.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Tiffany agreed to the meeting. They arranged to meet in a private room at a local cafe.

Before heading out, she put on some makeup, intentionally making herself look a bit less attractive, and donned a pair of oversized black-frame glasses. As she was about to leave the mansion, one of the servants curiously asked, “Miss, what’s with the outfit today?”