Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

The spacious and bright office offered a sweeping view of Lovell City from its top-floor vantage point.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a quiet stillness over the space,

In front of the massive desk, neat piles of paperwork lay stacked with a few open contracts and a pen discarded off to the

side.

The coffee on the desk had long gone cold.

Tiffany glanced up. At last, she saw the tall figure.

At that moment, Richard stood with his back to her, his face partially in view as he rested his eyes. From her angle, Tiffany could only make out his sharp, defined profile.

His brows and tightly pressed lips exuded a cool detachment. His jawline radiated an air of aloofness that kept others at a

distance.

The top two buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing his s*** Adam’s apple. It was a sight that stirred thoughts of intrigue. Despite his lazy posture, he had an innate air of nobility. He was devastatingly handsome.

Tiffany found herself momentarily entranced.

Without lifting his eyelids, Richard said coldly, “Put it down. Leave.”

His words were commanding, impossible to argue against.

Snapping out of her daze, Tiffany cautiously pushed the meal can forward into the room.

In the spacious office, other than the huge desk and bookshelf, there was a sofa for guests and a clean dining table. Further back, there was a private resting area.

Mindful not to overstep into his personal domain, Tiffany stopped at the dining table, carefully placing each dish on the table and uncovering the lids. Every dish was crafted by a top-tier chef, the aroma filling the air.

It smelled divine, and Tiffany swallowed hard. It was already noon, and she hadn’t eaten a thing.

Though she was tempted, she knew better than to touch anything with Richard’s keen sense of awareness. Reluctantly, she began pushing the cart to leave.

But after all the trouble she had gone through to sneak in, she would not leave after simply delivering food. Tiffany wasn’t ready to give up.

She stood by Richard’s desk, trying to find the right words. Before she could speak, Richard swiveled his chair to face her and opened his eyes.

The cold gleam in his eyes was enough to send shivers down her spine.

“I-Tiffany disguised her voice, but Richard interrupted by tossing several bills casually onto the desk.

It seemed he was giving her a tip. Tiffany was stunned.

Seeing her hesitation, Richard’s gaze sharpened. His impatience was evident as he asked coldly. “What? Not enough?”

It was obvious that he wanted her out.

Tiffany shook her head. “It’s enough, but…”

Grasping for an excuse to stay, she said, “But I’ll need to clear the dishes later. Mr. Hampton, please enjoy your meal before it gets cold,”

“That won’t be necessary. Richard rejected her instantly, making it obvious he was running out of patience.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He could tell what the woman in front of him was thinking. He found the whole attempt to get close to him revolting.

Still. Tiffany lingered. Richard stood, casting a cold glance in helirection. He warned, “Leave. Don’t make me say it a third

time.”

The moment he rose, a wave of pressure instantly filled the root.

Sensing danger, Tiffany instinctively stepped back, afraid he might actually throw her out.

But in her retreat, she forgot about the meal cart behind her, and her leg collided with the sharp corner. Pain shot through her injured leg.

Tiffany’s face contorted in pain as she barely managed to stay on her feet.

Her wound had never fully healed, and she had been relying on crutches to walk until today. She had abandoned them before sneaking in. Now, she’d paid the price for it, smashing her injury.

The searing pain tore through her, her body trembling from the intensity.

In an instant, blood began to trickle down her thigh.

The agony was overwhelming. Unable to hold herself up any longer, Tiffany broke into a cold sweat and collapsed onto the floor. She appeared weak and anguished.

Her perfect facade, which she’d barely managed to maintain, quickly crumbled away. Her eyes now gazed at Richard with a mix of accusation and helplessness,

She looked just like a stray kitten on the side of the road who had been mercilessly bullied.

Richard frowned. Despite this young lady being a stranger to him, there was an odd sense of familiarity, especially with her beautiful eyes and the injured leg.

A sudden, almost impossible thought struck him. His expression shifted instantly.

Without hesitation, Richard strode forward, his face still a mask of calm. But inside, a wave of anticipation and excitement. he couldn’t suppress was stirring.

As he knelt in front of the girl, a faint, fresh scent reached his nose.

He was certain now. The girl who had collapsed before him was Tiffany.

Because he hadn’t sought her out or taken the initiative to see her, she’d come to the Royal Tower in this way.

Now kno

kneeling beside Tiffany, Richard pulled up her skirt to check the injury.

Tiffany wanted to stop him, but it was too late. “Don’L..”

A cool breeze swept over her as her floral dress was lifted slightly

The wound was now exposed, and the bandages stained red. One could tell how severe it was

Richard’s face darkened, his anger only growing more evident.

Realizing her cover had been blown. Tiffany tugged on his sleeve and whispered, “Don’t be mad. It… it really doesn’t hurt.”

Richard thought, ‘Doesn’t higt? It sure as hell hurts me!

His fury only intensified. He scooped her up and placed her on the sofa.

Then, he made a quick call, summoning Sidney.

Sidney arrived soon after, grumbling, “What’s going on? I was in the middle of something when you rushed me over here.”

But as soon as he looked up, he noticed a young lady with an unfamiliar face sitting on the sofa.

She wasn’t as breathtaking as Tiffany but was delicate, with a youthful charm.

Sidney paused, then glanced at Richard with bewilderment.

He asked, “Richard, you’ve already moved on? And with a girl this young?”

For the past few weeks, Sidney had watched as Richard’s temper became even more unpredictable, making life miserable for those who worked under him. All because of his cold war with Tiffany.

But now, this unfamiliar girl, full of innocent energy, was sitting in Richard’s office without being kicked out. This was unheard of.

Sidney couldn’t help but marvel, blurting out, “Wow, Richard, if I’d known you were into this type, I would’ve found someone for you earlier-”

Before he could finish, he received a swift kick.

Richard shot him a sharp look and growled, “Shut up and check her injury.”

“Okay. Sidney quickly composed himself, his usual carefree attitude replaced with professionalism as he examined Tiffany’s leg.

“There’s bleeding. To prevent infection, we need to clean the wound and apply medication. It’s going to sting a bit, so hang in there. With that, he began treating the injury.

Tiffany remained quiet throughout the process, not uttering a single word of complaint despite the pain. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on Richard, hoping to soothe his anger.

Her pleading expression, mixed with playfulness, clearly conveyed her desperate desire for his forgiveness.