Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Zoe might seem carefree and bold, but her intuition was surprisingly sharp.

Tiffany asked, “Why do you think that?”

“Because Tiffany isn’t the type to meddle in other people’s business,” Zoe whispered. “And besides, I’ve seen that vintage clothing ad before. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the eyes behind the mask looked exactly like yours.”

Zoe hit the nail on the head.

Tiffany, who usually kept things from others, wouldn’t lie to her people, so she admitted frankly, “Yes, but keep it a secret.”

“What the hell?” Zoe exclaimed, quickly covering her mouth to avoid drawing attention.

She was just throwing a wild guess based on her intuition, never expecting that the masked lady was indeed Tiffany.

Tiffany had kept this hidden, but now she was telling Zoe, clearly treating Zoe as one of her own and placing complete trust in her.

Zoe was touched once again.

“Tiffany, you’re so good to me!” Zoe said.

“There, there,” Tiffany said, patting her head casually.

As exams approached this week, the atmosphere in the class grew increasingly tense.

Despite the fact that most of the students were from wealthy families, the richer the family, the more they valued education and ability.

Without skills, how would they manage their family businesses in the future?

To prepare for exams, the students didn’t have breaks this weekend.

Tiffany had originally promised Frank to visit Treasure Tower at least once every Saturday and to be on call for special occasions. However, with school not letting students out this week, Tiffany had to ask for leave.

Due to the immense profit Tiffany generated for Treasure Tower at the last appraisal event, Frank easily granted her leave. While no one else was allowed to leave school, Sandra was given a day off to go to the hospital for her still-healing hand. However, she didn’t head to the hospital but to a very old and rundown apartment building.

Stan and Selena were currently renting a unit here.

As Sandra approached the building, she covered her nose in disgust.

The environment was terrible, filthy garbage bins reeking of foul smells. There was no elevator. Six flights of narrow, dilapidated stairs were covered in advertisements.

If it weren’t for her need to see them, Sandra wouldn’t have set foot here.

After struggling up the stairs to their apartment, Sandra looked inside and her disdain was evident.

This place was unfit for humans. It looked like a kennel.

The floor was littered with beer bottles, cigarette butts, and takeaway containers that had been sitting for who knew how long.

The stench was overwhelming and filthy.

Seeing their glamorous daughter, Selena came forward and asked, “Sandra, how have you been? How’s the plan going? When can we finally move into a big house?”

Since being kicked out by Charlie, the couple had burned through their money in less than three days.

Although they’d lived in worse conditions before, it was easy to adapt to luxury and hard to return to hardship.

After getting used to the comforts of the Kelley family, with servants catering to their needs, losing everything was unbearable for them.

Hearing this, Sandra became angry. “You still have the nerve to ask? You couldn’t even handle such simple tasks the first and second time. What use are you?”

The first time, Sandra had Stan force Charlie’s car into the river, which he managed since the car’s brakes were already faulty.

But Kenneth saved him.

The second time, Selena was supposed to get a certain drug for Sandra, but even though Kenneth was affected, he still pushed her away and fled.

Because of that, Kenneth became wary of her. Not only was he cold toward her, but he also started defending Tiffany, intentionally or otherwise.

The thought of it made Sandra furious.

Selena listened, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration.

“What should we do then?” Selena asked.

Stan leaned in, trying to please Sandra. “Just tell me, Sandra. I promise not to disappoint you this time.”

Sandra was now their only hope, so no matter how much she scolded or belittled them, they could only placate her.

Sandra said coldly, “I wanted to take things step by step, but we can’t afford to drag this out any longer. Mom, go find Regan, the Kelley family’s maid. Give her some money and have her put something in the food.

“Dad, after Regan does her part, set fire to their villa. Make sure it’s a huge blaze that burns everything inside and out.”

After Sandra finished speaking, a ruthless gleam flashed in her eyes.

This time, she wanted the entire Kelley family to go down together.

However, Tiffany was astute, so Sandra had to find a way to keep Tiffany at school during the operation to ensure nothing went wrong.

After planning everything in detail, Sandra left behind a card with money Charlie had previously given her for living expenses.

With this money in hand, Selena immediately put the plan into action the next day.

Regan Ortega, the maid in the Kelley family, had a habi of going to the market every morning to buy groceries.

Selena arrived early to wait, and sure enough, she spotted Regan carrying her basket.

“Oh, Regan! What a coincidence! I didn’t expect to see you here today,” Selena said.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Selena dropped her usual arrogant deme

Finally, she grabbed Regan’s hand and aske

“What kind of favor?” Regan asked.

Regan warmly, chatting politely for a long time can I ask a favor?”

Regan suspected that Selena’s sudden kindness was an attempt to get her to speak well of her to the Kelleys, hoping they might eventually forgive and take the couple back.

As expected, Selena rubbed her hands awkwardly and said, “My useless husband made some mistakes, but blood is thicker than water. Family bonds are not something that can be easily cut off. So I want you to put in a good word for us with the Kelleys. Oh, you could add this mushroom to the soup when you cook, without telling them it’s from me.”

Selena sighed dramatically, her eyes brimming with tears. “I just hope my brother and his wife can understand my sincerity one day.”

Regan thought it over. It wasn’t much trouble, just a little favor.

If Selena and Stan ever did make it back into the Kelley family, Selena would remember her kindness.

So Regan readily agreed, “Sure, I can do that for you.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Selena said.

Selena was overjoyed and discreetly slipped some money into Regan’s hand. “I won’t forget this favor, Regan.”

With her part of the plan complete, Stan also set to work, procuring several barrels of gasoline, which he carefully stored in a small, covered truck.

That night, everything seemed calm.

Regan, who had accepted the money and agreed to Selena’s request, felt obliged to do her part.

So, despite not originally planning to make soup, she ended up cooking a large pot of clam chowder that night, adding seven or eight slices of the “mushroom.”

What Regan didn’t know was that what Selena had given her wasn’t mushroom at all.

It was poison.