Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

John had recently gotten more and more comfortable with addressing Tiffany as Mrs. Hampton. And he had a smug grin on his face.

Tiffany glanced at John, half-annoyed and half-amused. "Did you win the lottery recently?"

"No, but I'm even happier than if I had," John chuckled, his voice full of pride and glee.

He could already picture the grand wedding that wasn't far off.

"Oh, right." Tiffany suddenly remembered and asked, "Why couldn't I reach you when you went on a business trip a few days ago? Where were you all?"

This question had been circling in her mind for a while.

She had intended to ask Richard about it once he returned.

But somehow, with just a few words and a light smile from him, Richard's devastatingly charming face had her heart racing so much that she completely forgot about the question.

John scratched his head and answered, though somewhat vaguely, "Oh, we didn't really go anywhere...just took over a small company. Yeah, that's it."Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

They had dismantled Felix's organization, which could loosely be considered "acquiring a small company" in business terms. John nodded emphatically as he spoke, looking like quite the clever fellow. But his uncertain tone made Tiffany suspicious. "Are you sure that's all?"

Tiffany thought, 'If it was just business, it wouldn't be some huge secret. Why wouldn't anyone

tell me?'

"Yep, that's it. Just the people from the other company were a bit tricky, so we...uh...we caught... I mean, we acquired them, and then..."

He couldn't continue the story.

John's face fell, and, after stammering for a while, he muttered, "Mrs. Hampton, goodbye."

Then he quickly got in the car, hit the gas, and disappeared in a flash.

Tiffany shook her head.

She'd have to save this question for Richard tonight.

She walked ahead and entered the hospital.

At that moment, a bus pulled up by the roadside.

A crowd of passengers disembarked, including Wayne.

Karl was closely following Wayne.

Things were getting more and more tense.

The area was crowded. There was no good chance to make a move.

Karl made another phone call to report the situation.

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On the other end of the line, Melody, frustrated, lowered her voice and warned, "I'm on my way to the hospital now. You better stop him. Don't expect any more money from me if you fail." "Got it." Karl hung up, sticking close to Wayne, looking for an opportunity to act.

By now, Wayne had already gone up to the reception desk.

"Hi, I'm looking for someone," Wayne said.

He gave Charlie's name, but after checking, the nurse shook her head and said, "Sorry, sir, we don't have anyone by that name admitted."

Wayne explained, "The one admitted is his wife, but I don't know her name..."

Seeing the helpless expression on the nurse's face, Wayne scratched his head and said, "Thank you."

He'd just have to go floor by floor.

He was about to start heading up the stairs when a middle-aged man behind him called out, "Looking for Mr. Kelley? What a coincidence. I'm his relative here to visit him. Come with me." "Oh, sure!" Wayne, feeling a bit lost, was glad to hear this and agreed readily.

The middle-aged man casually put an arm around Wayne's shoulders and started leading him outside.

Wayne asked, "Isn't he in this building?"

This man was Karl. He chuckled, "You're in the wrong place. This is Building 1; they're over in Building 2, just over that way."

But the further they walked, the more isolated the surroundings became.

Finally, Wayne realized something was off.

Wayne thought, 'If this man really was Charlie's relative, why would he meet me here?'

Alarmed, Wayne turned and ran.

But a low, sinister laugh sounded, and in the next moment, Karl had grabbed him tightly.

A knife pressed into his stomach.

"If you dare call for help, I'll kill you," Karl said:

"Don't."

Wayne regretted it all. He shouldn't have come.

Karl glanced around and saw that this was an under-construction area of the hospital, with no people around.

He kicked Wayne to the ground, brandishing the knife. "Why did you come to the hospital?"

"I..."

"Tell the truth, or my knife might just slip," Karl said.

Wayne gritted his teeth and admitted, "I have a video on my phone that I was going to give to Mr. Kelley. Let me go, and I'll give it to you."

"What kind of video? Show-it to me," Karl said.

Wayne said, "Promise to let me go, and I'll hand it over."

"You think you're in a position to negotiate with me? Do you even know who I am?" Karl's eyes flashed with malice as he raised the knife to teach Wayne a lesson.

Just then, a voice came from behind them, laughing mockingly

"Oh? And who might you be?"

Both men turned around.

Standing there, bathed in sunlight, was a young woman in a light blue dress.

Her skin was flawless, radiant, and soft, her gaze bright and captivating-a beauty rare and unmatched.

Wayne, in utter disbelief, widened his eyes. "Miss Kelley? You... you're not dead?"

He was both shocked and delighted.

Karl, on the other hand, had already risen, knife in hand.

Wayne hurriedly shouted, "Run, Miss Kelley. Run!"

Tiffany casually rubbed her ear, completely unperturbed.

Karl wouldn't dare touch her.

Sure enough, Karl turned back to Wayne, his expression menacing. "Hand over the phone, and I'll spare your life."

"What...what phone? I don't know..." Wayne stammered, backing away.

"Playing dumb, huh? I'll kill you." Karl reached out to grab him, waving the knife wildly.

Wayne closed his eyes in despair.

But the expected pain never came.

Surprised, he opened his eyes and saw Karl being kicked to the ground.

The girl in the blue dress gave him a lazy smile and extended her hand to him. "Get up."

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Wayne stood there, dumbfounded.

Only when Tiffany pulled him up did he finally come back to his senses.

"Miss Kelley, you..." Wayne was overwhelmed with gratitude and admiration but didn't know what to say.

Tiffany gave a light smile. "Room 8 on the twelfth floor. Go on."

Wayne immediately understood. It was Charlie's hospital room number.

He nodded solemnly. "Miss Kelley, I'll make sure to clear your name."

"Thank you." Tiffany nodded in return.

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She had been following along for a while now and had overheard what Wayne said to Karl.

Although she didn't know what kind of video he had, it seemed to be something beneficial to her.

As Wayne ran off, Tiffany glanced down at Karl lying on the ground. "My father doesn't have relatives like you. Get as far away as you can." Realizing his cover was blown, Karl threw down the knife and ran.

As he left, he called Melody to report the situation.

Hearing the news of his failure, Melody, who was still halfway to the hospital, felt faint and almost blacked out.

Wayne had found the hospital room door.

Just as he was about to knock, the door opened, and Charlie stepped out.

They looked each other in the eye.

Wayne, overcome with emotion, said, "Mr. Kelley, I have something to tell you."

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