Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

On the other end of the line, Richard rubbed his eyebrows.

He thought, 'My girl just killed the atmosphere. Instead of giving me a moving response, how could she think about this?' Hence, he replied in a low voice, "If you dare, I'll break your legs"

Tiffany lay on the bed with a smile in her eyes. She replied smoothly, "I wouldn't dare. Besides, how could I bear to?"

Richard was glad to hear that and immediately calmed down.

Tiffany said, "Alright now. I'll leave you to your work."

Before hanging up, she thought for a moment and blew a kiss to the phone.

In the meeting room on the top floor of the Royal Tower, the senior executives' jaws almost dropped to the floor when they heard the kissing sound Tiffany made. They looked up and saw Mr. Hampton, who had always been swift and decisive, avoiding all women, actually smile.

His smile was warm, which was a contrast to his aloof personality.

All the executives were flabbergasted and stunned. since this was unprecedented and shocking news.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

However, in the next second, when Richard faced them, the smile on his face disappeared. His voice was still as aloof as usual. "Where were we? Continue."

The director of the operations department, who was originally doing a report, was feeling nervous. However, when he saw that Mr. Hampton was obviously in a good mood after answering the call, he was instantly relieved.

He felt more at ease. He knew that even if the report this time did not satisfy Mr. Hampton, he would definitely not be reprimanded.

He felt that Mr. Hampton's wife was a lucky star, and he wished she could call Mr. Hampton more often.

Tiffany sneezed.

She touched her ears and felt a little hot. She wondered who was muttering about her behind her back.

Because she came back a little early, it was only two in the afternoon when she woke up from her afternoon nap.

She got up

into pieces.

and stretched. From the corner of her eye, she saw the transfer of assets. Without any hesitation, Tiffany tore it Richard's intention was beyond her expectations.

It was true that she was touched, but she wasn't short of money

She decided to set a small goal and wondered if her net worth could exceed Richard's in the future.

Tiffany washed her face and woke up from her dream.

She shook her head, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.

Seeing this, Lucy asked, "Ms. Kelley, are you going out? I'll get the chauffeur to get the car."

Tiffany said, "That's not necessary. I'll just take a walk nearby. Where's my mom?"

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Lucy said, "Mrs. Kelley was called out half an hour ago. Mrs. Yates from the villa next door invited Mrs. Kelley to teach them how to dance."

This was a common occurrence. Tiffany nodded. "Okay. I'm going out then. Goodbye, Lucy."

Lucy said, "Take care, Ms. Kelley."

Tiffany said, "Got it."

After Tiffany left the house, she walked down the asphalt road,

The reason why she didn't let the chauffeur follow her was because she wanted to go to Luna Villa. She couldn't let her identity be exposed, and she didn't know how to drive, so she could only walk to the road and take a taxi there. However, she had just walked for a short while when she was stopped by a black Rolls-Royce.

Tiffany raised her eyebrows and stopped.

The car door opened, and a gentle-looking and elegant old man nodded at her with a smile. "Miss Kelley, it's been a while. I wonder if you still remember me."

Tiffany smiled and greeted him, "Hey, Don."

The old man in front of her was Don, the butler of the Hampton Manor, the closest person to Hank.

When Tiffany was Kenneth's fiancee, she had been to the Hampton Manor twice. How could she not know Don?

Don smiled gently. "Thank you, Miss Kelley, for remembering me. Today, I'm under Mr. Hampton's orders to specially invite you to the family banquet at the Hampton Manor."

It was the same excuse.

Tiffany raised her eyebrows, knowing that Hank was going to teach her the rules.

Don made an inviting gesture. "Miss Kelley, please get in the car

Don smiled gently, but in fact, his attitude showed that he was not to be rejected.

No one could force Tiffany to do something she didn't want to do.

Tiffany wanted to refuse, but on second thought, she agreed.

Since she was about to marry Richard, she would have to face Hank sooner or later.

She decided that she might as well do it now.

Tiffany got into the car.

The black Rolls-Royce immediately sped away.

Kenneth was driving aimlessly.

As he drove, he realized that he had arrived near the Cedar Ridge Villa.

From that day on, he did not say the words he wanted to say to Tiffany. He wanted to take advantage of meeting Tiffany now

to at

least say what he had on his mind to her.

He did not expect to see such a scene from afar.

wed,

Don came to invite Tiffany, which meant that Hank was inviting Tiffany.

Kenneth knew that Hank was even more old-fashioned than Romeo and was especially difficult to deal with. He wondered if Tiffany would be at a disadvantage if she was brought to the Hampton Manor alone. Kenneth immediately drove over without any hesitation.

In order not to be so deliberate, he took a shortcut while driving the supercar. Finally, he arrived at the Hampton Manor before Don.

Hank was very happy to see his grandson, Kenneth. He asked repeatedly, "Kenneth, why do you look so thin? Are you too busy with your studies and the company to take good care of yourself?"

"No, I've been doing well." Kenneth smiled and said, "Grandpa, you seem to be in good spirits. You're getting younger."

His words made Hank laugh.

The atmosphere was harmonious when the servant outside came to report, "Mr. Hampton, Don has brought Miss Kelley

over."

Hank's dislike for Tiffany was too obvious. When he heard about her arrival, he responded indifferently, "Okay." Even the smile on his face faded a lot.

When Kenneth heard this, he felt inexplicably nervous. He picked up the hot coffee beside him and pretended to be calm as he blew on it.

The coffee fragrance permeated the air, and steam rose in front of his eyes.

Amidst the steam, Tiffany slowly walked over. Her figure was slender, her long hair reached her waist, and her skin was tender and fair. Her eyes were bright.

Such a beautiful girl was simply unparalleled.

Kenneth suddenly felt a little nervous and choked on the coffee.

"Ahem. Ahem..." He coughed violently and looked a little disheveled.

Tiffany was quite surprised to see him there and thought that it was such a coincidence.

Although she did not understand, she still greeted Hank politely, "Hello, Mr. Hampton." Now that she and Richard were getting married, Hank would be her father-in-law.

Of course, this was not important because Hank looked at her with disgust and disdain.

His disdain was too obvious.

Tiffany raised her eyebrows. Her posture was neither servile nor overbearing, neither anxious nor impatient.

She looked straight into Hank's eyes and asked leisurely, "May I know why you called me here?"

"I heard that Richard proposed to you." Hank's expression was dignified even though he was not angry. Even his voice was -filled with dominance. "My daughter-in-law will be the hostess of the Hampton family. You're not suitable for him." After a pause, Hank said, "You know what to do, right?"