Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Tiffany looked up and saw a tightly wrapped woman come in, who was actually wearing a coat and hat in the middle of summer. Her head was lowered the entire time, covering her entire face.

After the woman walked in, the door of the interrogation room was shut.

Tiffany understood and sneered calmly. “You recovered quite quickly. Did you use some magic? Looks like you’re a witch.”

Other than Sandra, Tiffany really could not think of anyone else who would be so impatient as to come looking for her at this late hour.

The woman looked up and removed her hat.

It was indeed Sandra. “Since you know that I would come, why don’t you guess why I’m here?”

Tiffany was calm and composed. “Just step on the defeated.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“You really know me well.” Sandra giggled. After a while, her face suddenly darkened.

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pale. Under the illumination of the white light, her ferocious Her face, which had yet to recover from the miscarriage, expression was like that of a ghost. “But you still underestimate me. I didn’t come here to show off to you.

“I want to… kill you!” Sandra walked closer to Tiffany.

In the empty interrogation room, her footsteps were cold in a ghastly rhythm, with it a murderous aura. Every step sounded like a stab in the heart.

Tiffany’s hands were cuffed and she could not resist at all. However, she was still smiling. Even under the threat of Sandra, her eyes were filled with disdain. “I’m sitting right here. Do you dare to kill me?”

This sentence hit the walls and echoed in the empty spacious room time and time again. Sandra’s expression changed.

She didn’t dare.

It had already taken a lot of effort to come here in the middle of the night. She did not bring any weapons with her. Under such circumstances, how could she really kill her?

She just wanted to see Tiffany begging for mercy in a panic.

However, Tiffany always looked so calm and composed.

Sandra was infuriated and gave a loud slap.

Tiffany’s head was turned away, and a red mark instantly appeared on her fair skin.

Sandra was extremely happy. “I’ll return this to you.”

After saying that, she slapped her hard again. She had suffered because of Tiffany countless times. This was the only time she could take revenge.

Not long after, a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Tiffany’s mouth. Her hair was in a mess, and even her stunning face was now red and swollen.

Seeing her cousin’s disheveled face, Sandra giggled. She had never felt so good before.

Tiffany shook her head. Even though her ears were buzzing and her head was starting to feel dizzy, she still smiled the moment she raised her head. In the empty room, she was confined to a chair. Her hair was messy and her shirt was bloodstained. Only hereyes were shockingly bright. She was still stunningly beautiful like a mysterious and noble angel.

Sandra’s heart was instantly filled with flames of jealousy.

In the past, when there was no scar on her face, she had been still outshone by Tiffany everywhere.

No matter what kind of tricks Sandra used, with her beautiful face, Tiffany would still be the center of attention and steal the limelight so easily.

Just like now, Sandra was clearly the victor, but Tiffany’s arrogant and condescending attitude made her look as lowly as dust instead.

“Why! It’s not fair!‘ Sandra almost lost her mind. She immediately rushed forward and grabbed Tiffany’s neck violently as she roared. “Are you laughing at me? Bitch, I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you!” Her eyes also turned red with hatred as she exerted her greatest strength.

The blood flowed around the corner of Tiffany’s mouth, but her red lips curled up as she spat out the coldest words with difficulty. “Idiot, just you?”

With that, Tiffany kicked Sandra’s stomach hard.

“Ah!” Screams rang out.

Sandra had expected that Tiffany’s hands would be cuffed so she would not be able to resist. However, she had neglected the fact that under the table was empty.

Tiffany’s kick instantly threw her away in the air.

Sandra’s body, which had not fully recovered from the miscarriage, was hit hard and fell down. Sticky blood flowed all over the ground again. The harm of miscarriage a few hours ago might just be temporary, but this time, it might leave an irreversible effect on her body.

Hearing the commotion inside, Miss Hart rushed in. When she saw this scary scene, she was shocked. “What’s going on?” At first, she thought that Tiffany had broken free from the handcuffs, but she didn’t.

Tiffany was still sitting there with her hands untied. Her hair was messy and her face was red and swollen. She was a little disheveled, but her eyes were shockingly cold.

For a moment, Miss Hart felt quite disappointed with Sandra, who was so useless and couldn’t even beat a handcuffed woman.

Seeing Miss Hart enter, Sandra, who was curled up on the ground, reached out with difficulty and said weakly, “Save me, help…

She could clearly feel the fear of losing her life. If she delayed any longer, she would really die here today.

Miss Hart waved her hand outside. Immediately, two men walked in and carefully carried Sandra.

Tiffany narrowed her eyes. ‘I see.

She knew that Sandra seemed to have grown up a lot during this period. It turned out that there was a woman guiding her secretly.

The moment she was about to be carried out, Sandra grabbed Miss Hart’s arm. “Kill her! Now, immediately!”

No matter what the consequences would be, she would go all out. This bitch had repeatedly harmed her so badly. Now Sandra’s best wish was to end Tiffany’s life.

Miss Hart frowned. “No, we can’t risk it.”

“I don’t care. I let you do it, do you hear me?” Sandra changed her usual careful fawning attitude and used a commanding tone.

Miss Hart frowned and looked displeased.

At this moment, a man with an oily face ran in panic. “Hurry up and leave through the back door. Right now, go!!”

“What happened?” Miss Hart asked.

“The higher–ups are here. If you don’t want to die, just leave here quickly!”

Upon hearing this, Miss Hart immediately left through the back door with her men.

Just as they slipped away, a few luxury cars stopped before the police station.

The middle–aged man with an oily face and his subordinates stood at the entrance to greet them.

The luxury car stopped.

John quickly opened the car door. Then a graceful man stepped out of the car.

An overwhelming aura that belonged to a supreme king filled the air. That terrifying pressure and suffocating viciousness made everyone shudder and sweat profusely.

The middle–aged man’s legs were trembling, but he braced himself and smiled fawningly. “Mr. Hampton, what can I do for you?”