Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Chapter 75

Every brushwork was executed perfectly. Tiffany's skill was impressive.

Sandra's eyes widened in shock. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that the painting was done by Tiffany.

She thought, 'Does that mean the other paintings that ended up in Mr. Fremont's hands were also done by Tiffany? Then why didn't she come forward to claim them?

Suspicion rose in Sandra's heart. After thinking it over, she could only come up with one possibility. Tiffany must have known that she had been suspended and missed the initial selection, so her name had already been removed from the list. After losing the qualifications for the official selection, she could only use this method to try to attract Mr. Fremont's attention. What a calculating move!

Sandra stood outside the door, feeling a mix of jealousy and anger

Tiffany had hidden her abilities so well that despite their previous close relationship, Sandra had never known she had such talent

If Philip ever finds out that the paintings he values so highly were done by someone else and that I've taken credit for them... Sandra shuddered at the thought. The consequences were too frightening to imagine.

I must never let that happen! As Sandra mulled it over, her eyes gleamed with a devious idea.

Just then, Tiffany stood up from her chair, stretching lazily and answering a phone call 'Okay, okay, I'll be right there."

Sandra figured that it should be Zoe calling to ask her out for lunch.

Then Tiffany grabbed her bag and left.

After that, Sandra stepped out from her hiding spot and realized that Tiffany hadn't locked the door in her hurry to leave.

Sandra was secretly delighted as she quietly snuck into Tiffany's room and carefully stole the oil painting Tiffany had just completed.

Meanwhile, Tiffany wasn't going to have lunch with Zoe. She headed straight to the basketball court and smoothly slipped out of the school.

June was waiting there in her car.

Tiffany got in, cheerfully changed her clothes, and carefully disguised herself.

In no time, the stunning young woman had transformed into a modest-looking Miracle Healer.

Seeing her in such a good mood, June teased, "Did something interesting happen?"

Tiffany smiled and said, "Not really. I just caught a fish, and that's all."

June knew that Tiffany didn't mean it literally. It was probably another one of Tiffany's clever tricks to mess with others. June had seen this side of her many times before.

Tiffany was always smart and resourceful, as long as it wasn't about love, her wits were razor-sharp.

After spending time together, June could tell that Tiffany truly had no feelings left for Kenneth.

And that was enough. It wasn't in vain that June's master had spent so much effort to pave the way for her.

The car drove on and finally arrived at Royal Bay.

Tiffany had previously promised that although she wouldn't stay at Royal Bay, she would come by every day to give the child acupuncture and check on his condition. She wouldn't forget this commitment, even if she had to climb walls to get there. my trouble.

The servants at Royal Hay had clearly received instructions, so they let her in without any

As usual, June waited downstairs while Tiffany went upstairs alone.

Evan's condition had improved significantly compared to before, with the damaged nerves slowly healing. Tiffany was confident that as long as the treatment and acupuncture continued, he would wake up in no more than half a month.

After another two hours of work, Tiffany collected all the needles and breathed a sigh of relief before leaving the room.

As she was about to leave, Richard returned home.

"Mr. Hampton." Tiffany said politely, "Tve completed my task today, I shall take my leave. Bye. She had no intention of staying

Richard didn't press her, simply nodding and saying. "Okay"

It was a brief encounter. Both of them were p

were polite and distant, maintaining a carefully measured distance.

However, as they passed each other, Richard caught a faint whiff of that subtle fragrance again.

It was very light, not a perfume, but pleasant nonetheless. Despite his extreme sensitivity, he didn't find it off-putting.

Richard stopped in his tracks.

When he turned back around, the young girl and June had already gotten into the car and left.

As he watched her slender figure disappear, an eerie sense of familiarity washed over him as if the person in front of him overlapped with a memory from his past.

A thoughtful expression crossed Richard's face, and a gleam of deep contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Tiffany returned to the school. She changed her clothes and wiped off her makeup in the car. By the time she returned, it was almost noon.

While eating lunch in the cafeteria, Zoe brought the information she had gathered throughout the morning to Kelly,

"Tiffany, it's exactly as you said. Sandra really stole your painting. She handed it over to Mr. Fremont, and he was thrilled when he saw it. He praised her painting skills and even said she has the same spirit as her artwork!" Zoe continued with disdain. "Hmph, she's so full of herself, letting all that praise get to her head. Does she really think she's that amazing? It's nothing but deception and fraud!"

Tiffany smiled and ate her meal calmly, showing no sign of anger at having her work stolen.

"When are we going to expose her?" Zoe asked eagerly.

"After lunch, Tiffany replied.

Hearing that, Zoe became instantly excited. She hadn't had much appetite before, but now she was shoveling food into her mouth with a fervor that suggested she was gearing up for a fight

Tiffany found that amusing. She said, "Take it easy. What's the hurry?"

After they had their fill, Tiffany went to the art studio leisurely with Zoe. A class was going on.

Since Tiffany had been disqualified and Zoe hadn't been selected, they weren't allowed to attend the class taught by Philip.

As expected, just as they appeared, a girl seated near the door sneered and rolled her eyes at them, using a dismissive tone as though she were shooing away beggars. "Is this where you belong? Hurry up and leave. Stop being an eyesore and distracting

us

The studio was already quiet, so the girl's voice immediately drew everyone's attention. Philip turned around and saw the two girls standing at the doorway whose eyes were filled with admiration and longing as they looked inside.

Philip was usually patient and supportive of eager learners, so he thought about letting them join the class.

Sandra's heart skipped a beat the moment she saw Tiffany. She clenched her teeth in frustration and kept a smile on her

face.

Stepping forward, she said in a considerate tone. "Sir, why don't we let these two join us for the lesson? They missed the selection because they didn't show up, and I'm sure they're regretting it now."

Philip's expression darkened immediately when he heard about their absence.

Everyone knew he valued diligent students, but he had no patience for those who missed classes for any reason.

In his words. "If you don't cherish the opportunities before you, then don't expect to get another chance later on."