Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Morwen was full of suspicion, especially recalling that the sovereign had previously met with Jeremy in secret.

No one else knew what they had discussed and planned, and despite her attempts to probe, she had learned nothing.

Out of wariness and distrust toward Jeremy, Morwen immediately sent someone to monitor his movements.

However, the news she received was that since returning to Azure Sea, Jeremy rarely went out and often sat alone in his courtyard, either daydreaming, basking in the sun, or playing chess. Hearing that, Morwen breathed a sigh of relief. She had nothing to fear from the man who had booked the entire floor as long as it wasn't Jeremy,Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Let's go. Move all my belongings upstairs," instructed Morwen as she walked forward with poise.

The maids and subordinates behind her immediately carried her luggage and followed behind.

The hotel staff hurried after her, trying to stop them. "Miss, the entire floor is reserved. Without Mr. Cooper's permission, you can't just barge in!"

"Barge in?" Morwen scoffed. "Do you even know who I am? If I want, this entire hotel could be mine! Who do you think you are to block me? Step aside!"

With that, she and her people marched upstairs.

Morwen checked in the right suite next to Tiffany's. Therefore, both suites on either side of Tiffany were occupied.

However, the soundproofing of the seven-star hotel was so impeccable that there wasn't a hint of noise coming through, and Morwen could hear nothing.

Inside her spacious, quiet bedroom, Tiffany had removed all the disguises on her face after returning from the Ashton family.

To report back to Philip, Tiffany quickly sketched the landscape painting he wanted in just half an hour and sent a photo of it over. It was done so simply it was barely presentable,

However, Philip seemed delighted, praising it repeatedly, "This is great! Even a quick, half-hearted version from you exceeded my expectations." The old man's standards were not very high. Tiffany could not help but laugh. Then, she tossed her phone aside and went to the bathroom to thoroughly wash the paint off her hands.

When she returned to the bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling and the beautiful crystal chandelier overhead.

The chandelier was made up of countless dazzling crystals strung together, and when lit at night, it made the whole bedroom bright and transparent, as if cloaked in starlight, giving it a dreamy feel. But suddenly, the chandelier emitted a sharp rattling sound, and a faint tremor shook the room.

Tiffany jumped up and walked out, only to see the wall that bordered the neighboring suite vibrating with a loud hum, as if

the room next door was under construction. She frowned and stayed where she was.

The next second, a wildly spinning drill pierced through the wall and broke through to her side.

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Someone kicked the wall a few times, and a large hole appeared

On the other side of the hole, Morwen entered with several of her men.

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She saw the unharmed Tiffany and sneered. "Oh, what a pity the drill didn't hit you. At the very least, the falling wall should have crushed you!"

The moment she opened her mouth, her words were dripping with malice.

Tiffany stayed unfazed and was hardly surprised by the situation. With a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk, she replied. "It sounds like you want to test out the drill's power."

As she spoke, she looked down. Her cold and nonchalant gaze landed on the electric drill that was still running at high speed. Her expression suggested she might try to grab it -kly turned to

Morwen's heart skipped a beat when she saw that. She had no doubt Tiffany would go for it. Hence, she quickly scold her clueless lackey, "Put that driller away, now!"

"Oh, uh, okay" The lackey switched it off, and the buzzing died down. The room instantly became quiet.

Tiffany casually cleaned her ear and lounged on the sofa relaxedly, "So, what's this about?"

Tiffany was seated while Morwen stood, and typically, the seated one would naturally seem lower in status, easily overpowered. But her tone and demeanor were more like that of a ruler looking down on insignificant subjects

Morwen was suddenly stunned. For a brief moment, the brash and fearless young woman in front of her seemed to overlap with that distinguished and high-born figure from her memory

She thought, 'It's said you can't change what's in a person's blood. The lineage and pride are innate. No matter how hard I try to take her place, an imitation will always just be an imitation. And that's precisely why I have to get rid of her! Morwen clenched her teeth and a trace of resentment flashed across her eyes.

But when she looked up at Tiffany, she caught Tiffany's mocking gaze, as if she knew exactly what Morwen was thinking.

Struggling to keep her composure, Morwen tossed Tiffany an invitation. She raised her chin and said, "There's a function at Moonlit Pier, Do you have the guts to show up?"

Her tone was taunting, daring Tiffany to refuse.

With a faint smile, Tiffany replied, "Is this how you're supposed to talk to me, Morwen Xanthus?"

She addressed Morwen by full name and her gaze filled with disdain.

Morwen felt a sudden chill and her heart was pounding.

Before she could respond, a maid behind her burst out angrily, "How dare you! Who do you think you are to call Miss Xanthus by her name?"

Irritated, Tiffany picked up a cup and flung it at the maid, ordering. "Shut up!"

The maid yelped and tried to dodge, but the cup hit her knee dead-on, sending her to her knees with a scream. No one else dared to move a muscle. Morwen looked at Tiffany. Her hands were trembling as she asked, "Have have you... discover something?"

Tiffany had just scolded her exactly the way the sovereign did. That was the same chilling authority that demanded Aubmission. 14:24 Sat, Nov 23 At G

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Morwen couldn't help but wonder,

'Could Tiffany actually know her true identity? Did she know the secrets from thirteen years ago that shattered the vase that night? Her face went pale en

Tiffany smirked and asked, "Know what?"

"N-nothing..." stuttered Morwen.

"If it's nothing, then get lost. Are you looking for a beating?" Tittany picked up another cup, making the others flinch.

Thrown into confusion, Morwen stumbled out.

Unexpectedly, Tiffany shouted at her, "Change the location from Moonlit Pier, and I'll be there on time."