Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

‘Don’t most girls like to dress up and look their best? But here’s Tiffany Kelley, who’s naturally stunning, going out of her way to make herself look plain. That’s something I’ve never seen before, the servant thought.

Tiffany smiled, keeping her thoughts to herself. The truth was, she was meeting someone really famous today, and if she gor recognized, it would stir up unnecessary trouble. It was better to blend in with the crowd, so she went all out, making herself as unnoticeable as possible.

With her makeup making her look somewhat dowdy, Tiffany arrived at the cafe. The server led her to a private hooth, where Oliver was already seated, facing away from her.

“Hello,” Tiffany greeted him as she walked in.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Oliver turned around at the sound of her voice. “Oh… hello.”

The two of them, meeting for the first time, stared at each other for a beat before bursting into laughter.

Tiffany slid into her seat casually, her tone teasing and relaxed. I didn’t expect such a considerate move from the legendary director.

Across from her, Oliver was sporting an equally scruffy look. A messy hair, thick glasses, and a patchy beard that made him look like a tired, middle-aged man. Someone you’d walk past on the street without a second glance. No one would’ve thought that the man looking so unkempt was the famous director with the golden touch.

Oliver chuckled. “Didn’t want to cause a fuss, and I figured I might save you some trouble too. Seems like we both had the same idea.

Tiffany nodded, appreciating his effort. She liked him a little more already. She wasted no time getting to the point. “About what you mentioned in your email, I’m willing to hand over full rights to the story. But I have one condition.”

“Go on.”

“The casting has to go through me. Otherwise, there’s no deal. Tiffany’s tone was calm but firm. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just don’t want anyone ruining the characters I’ve created

Oliver hesitated, clearly torn. In his twenty years in the industry, no one had ever dared to make such a demand, much less threaten him with it. But he couldn’t deny that he was captivated by this story. Just the other night, he had stumbled across it before bed, and it had kept him awake all night, imagining how he’d bring it to life on screen. He wanted this story, badly. That was why he was here in person.

After thinking it over, he replied, “But what if I’m not happy with who you choose?”

“Then we’ll find a compromise that works for both of us.”

“I’ll have to think about it.”

Oliver furrowed his brow, deep in thought. His instincts told him not to agree-he hated the idea of any restrictions. But here was Tiffany, sitting across from him, sipping her coffee leisurely, looking completely at ease. Even with her plain. makeup, there was no hiding her elegance. She had a natural poise that drew people in. He couldn’t help but be impressed.

With all his years of experience reading people, Oliver could tell right away that Tiffany was someone special. He decided to take a gamble. “Alright, I agree.”

They discussed the payment next. Oliver’s offer was generous, but Tiffany waved it off, smiling as she said, “If you need an investor, just let me know.” Her casual tone and nonchalanatitude left Oliver stunned. He wondered how she could be this confident. Before he could process it, Tiffany signed the contract and stood up to leave.

As luck would have it, first Tiffany stepped out of the cafe, she ran straight into Richard, who was getting our of his car flanked by two sharp-looking executives. It looked like they were discussing some kind of business deal.

Tiffany tried to slip past unnoticed, keeping her head down, but Richard grabbed her by the collar. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“I wasn’t running away… Tiffany looked up, her face full of defeat “How can you recognize me looking like this?”

With the way Tiffany was dressed, even her own parents might not recognize her. But of course, Richard, completely unbothered by the people around him, had no issue picking her out. If anyone saw this, tomorrow’s headlines would surely read: [Richard Hampton. Renowned for His Woman-Free Life, Shockingly Hugged by a Total Plain Jane!!

It wasn’t just strangers who would be surprised; even the two executives with Richard were visibly shocked at his actions. They had assumed the person Richard grabbed must be a stunning beauty, but when they looked up…

They were startled by the sight of Tiffany, wondering how someone like this could possibly catch Richard’s eye. If they had known, they would have catered to his taste carlier by finding all sorts of uniquely unattractive women to send his way. Maybe then they’d have already charmed Richard enough to get their projects approved.

One of the executives spoke up, trying to lighten the mood. “Mr. Hampton, I didn’t realize you had such… unique tastes. Maybe we should change our plans-skip the cafe and go somewhere more fun?”

Everyone was well aware of what he meant. Taken aback by the comment, Tiffany was annoyed. She shot back, “Sir, you’re rattling off nonsense like a machine gun-tat-tat-tat-so smoothly just like your head!”

It took the executive a second to realize that Tiffany was subtly insulting him. His face immediately turned red. But before he could retort, he caught Richard’s icy glare and swallowed his words, forcing a smile instead. “You got a good sense of humor, young lady.”

Tiffany couldn’t be bothered to argue. She looked up at Richard. “You’ve got things to do, right? Can I go now?”

“Let’s go.” Richard grabbed Tiffany by the arm and led her to his car, leaving the two executives behind.

Richard’s assistant, Tyrone, smiled politely and said, “We’ll reschedule, before hopping into the car as well.

In the backseat, Tiffany began wiping off her makeup. As she scrubbed away, her natural beauty reemerged, revealing her luminous skin, arched brows, and striking eyes.

Richard glanced at her, his gaze lingering as a flash of admiration crossed his face. Unaware of his reaction, Tiffany said, “Don’t you have work to do? I can get home on my own.”

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“Not busy,” Richard replied, his tone flat. Then he asked, “Who were you meeting at the cafe? Why the disguise?

“Do I really look that bad?” Tiffany dodged the question, pressing him. Tell me, do I?” Her big, doe-like eyes glistened as she pouted, looking every bit the picture of wounded innocence.

Richard, at a loss, quickly answered, “No, you look great, as always.”

“Really… Tiffany ducked her head, seeming to sulk, though in reality, she was inwardly pleased. Acting cute, as always, worked like a charm.

They returned to Richard’s estate, where a lavish lunch had already been prepared. After their meal, they leisurely made their way back to Lovell City.

As the private jet took off from the landing strip behind the estate, the household staff watched in silence, their gazes following the plane as it ascended into the sky.

High above the clouds, Tiffany lay on the soft bed in the airplane cabin, taking the chance to catch up on some rest.

Meanwhile, back in the hospital in Traron City, Victor Ashton, moment he opened his eyes, he anxiously looked around, as i

His butler rushed to his side, almost in tears. Thank God, sir. around too much. What are you looking for?”