Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Garry was fast asleep, dreaming, when someone shook him awake. His first thought was that something urgent had happened. He immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Mr. Hampton wants you to come over right.ohn said.

Hearing this, Garry didn’t dare waste a moment. He quickly got out of bed, tidied himself up in record time, and rushed out.

John walked alongside him, casually saying, “Don’t forget to pay me 200 dollars. You lost that bet.”

Garry was in disbelief.

The bet was whether his cousin Richard would be turned away again at Luna Villa’s door. Garry was so sure he’d win, but now it seemed he’d lost.

‘Does that mean Richard got rejected again tonight?‘ Garry thought, stopping mid–step with a miserable expression.

John frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“If something bad happens later, promise to save me!” Garry said anxiously.

John blinked in confusion. “What did you do this time?”

“I don’t know yet, ” Garry said, replaying every mistake he’d made recently, hoping nothing serious would come of it.

When they reached Richard, Garry was surprised to find him sitting on the couch, typing on his computer, seemingly in a good mood.

“Richard?” Garry called hesitantly, staring at Richard. The morning light streamed through the open curtains, casting a gentle glow on Richard’s flawless features. Garry couldn’t help saying, “I’m not bad–looking, so why do you outshine me every time?”

Though Garry’s voice was soft, Richard heard him clearly. “What, you want to be me?” Richard asked.

“Of course not!” Garry shook his head firmly. But before he could say more, Richard tossed him a set of clothes. “Put this on,” Richard said.

Garry’s eyes lit up. “Wait, these are your clothes? Really? You’re giving them to me?”

Richard’s wardrobe consisted of custom–made, designer pieces that were practically works of art. Garry had admired them for ages but never dared to ask.

“Yes, go change,” Richard replied casually, not looking up from his computer.

Delighted, Garry quickly changed into the clothes. Admiring himself in the mirror, he said, “Wow, they actually fit me perfectly!”

Richard glanced up, a small smile tugging at his lips. But to Garry, that smile seemed ominous.

“What are you planning, Richard?” Garry asked nervously, hugging himself as if bracing for disaster. Before the silence dragged on awkwardly, John said, “Put on this mask too,” handing him one.

Without question, Garry put it on. When he looked in the mirror again, his jaw dropped. “What the? How do I look exactly like you?”

Richard’s clothes and the mask transformed Garry into Richard’s doppelgänger. Shocked but curious, Garry asked, “Wait, do

you want me to take your place?”

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“Yes,” Richard replied, closing his laptop. “The company’s operations are all set. Don’t blow your cover while I’m gone.”

-hard rose to leave.

“Gone? Where are you going?” Garry called after him.

But Richard’s figure had disappeared out the window, leaving only the words, “To make up with my wife.”

Garry took a moment to process the shocking news. Garry turned to John, disbelief written all over his face. “You knew about this all along?”

John shook his head. “I only found out recently.”

No one could have imagined that Richard, always so composed and rational, would go to such extremes. Yet here he was, doing everything for Tiffany. Richard was willing to pay any price.

Garry asked, “So, how’s Richard planning to make up with her? Any idea?”

“Probably with money.”

Meanwhile, Tiffany slept in late.

By the time she came downstairs, June was setting the table. Seeing Tiffany coming down, June instructed the servants, “Serve lunch.”

All the dishes brought onto the table were Tiffany’s favorite dishes, including fondue. The fragrant aroma whetted Tiffany’s appetite.

“June, you’re so thoughtful,” Tiffany said with a smile.

For days, Tiffany hadn’t been eating well, but today’s meal restored her appetite. She devoured most of the food, making June sigh with relief.

Then, June brought up a matter of business. “Miss Kelley, we received a letter from Miracle Healer requesting a consultation The deposit is 20 million dollars, and the client promises to pay ten times more once they recover.” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Tiffany hadn’t been feeling well lately, so Miracle Healer had stopped taking cases, focusing only on selling spirit herbs.

However, today’s consultation fee was exceptionally high, prompting June to ask Tiffany’s opinion.

Tiffany’s eyebrows shot up. “20 million? As a deposit?”

“Yes,” June confirmed. “The money is already in our account. Should I accept or return it?”

“Accept,” Tiffany said decisively. “We’re keeping the money.”

After all, who could say no to such a generous offer? It was too good a deal to pass up.