Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE Garry was waiting for the summons with his ears perked up outside. When he saw the dining room door finally open, eagerly went forward. The expression on his face was filled with the words 'I can do it. Then, he leaned over and asked, "Richard, do you have any instructions?" Richard glanced at him.

"Yes," said Richard.

"What is it?" "Why don't you take a hike?" 'So, I, the third wheel, is being disliked?' thought Garry.

Garry clutched at his heart, looking heartbroken.

Upon seeing that, Tiffany was both angry and amused.

The queen, thought Tiffany Even June aside turned around and couldn't bear to look at him directly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

It was all Garry's fault. He was quite handswith eye-catching silver hair and an unrestrained noble aura. It was unknown how many girls he would attract. However, after interacting with him, one would realize he was a simple-minded silly person.

Tiffany shook her head and left the castle with Richard.

A car was waiting outside. Tiffany and Richard got into the car and headed toward the royal palace.

They didn't hide their whereabouts or disguise their identities. They simply drove the car confidently and openly toward the palace gate.

As the distance grew shorter, the car didn't seem to slow down at all. Tiffany blinked and asked lightly, "Are you going to force your way in?" Yesterday, she successfully entered the royal palace because she pretended to be a guard.

If they were to drive in without permission now, the guards would probably attack them directly.

Tiffany gently tugged at Richard's hand and wanted to say something, but the car had sped to the palace entrance. Unexpectedly, the guards did not stop them when they recognized the car's license plate. Instead, they bowed.

Tiffany was stunned before she heard Richard explain, "Actually... I also have a business here." Tiffany gasped.

She thought, 'He has casually said he also has a business here but doesn't seem to think it is a big deal. However, how big of a business does he have to be able to enter and exit the royal palace unimpeded? He can even make these guards treat him so respectfully.

'The business behind him is probably unimaginably huge.' Tiffany immediately hugged Richard's arm tightly. When she looked up again, she blinked and asked sweetly, "Richard, I didn't offend you in any way in the past, did I?" "Hmm? Why do you ask this?" "I've decided. I'll ride on your coattails tightly." Watching Tiffany's crafty look, Richard did not know whether to laugh or cry. However, when he felt Tiffany firmly close to him, he did not bat an eyelid. He suppressed his laughter with a straight face, pretending to be aloof, and replied, "Alright, it depends on your performance." Before Tiffany could react, he leaned close to her ear and added meaningfully, "Your performance this morning was not good. Keep up the good work." Tiffany was stunned before she cback to her senses. She blushed as she swung her fists.

"Bastard! You only think about that" "What? Hmm?" Richard's smile was mischievous, and his eyes were filled with ridicule.

Tiffany choked and stomped. "Stop thinking about it." "I'm just thinking about what happens between husband and wife. It's human nature." It made sense. She was speechless.

Tiffany choked on his words and simply turned to look out of the window.

Richard chuckled. He was afraid he would really make Tiffany angry. Only then did he restrain himself from continuing to tease her.

'Well, Tiffany looks so good when she blushes and throws a tantrum... thought Richard.

The car stopped steadily in their banter.

Tiffany was the first to get out of the car. Her blushing cheeks finally cooled down after being blown by the cold wind.

"Let's go. Let's go," said Tiffany.

Without waiting for Richard to speak, Tiffany pulled Richard's hand and rushed in.

They were the sgroup of guards from last night who hadn't been replaced. The guards inside and outside did not stop Tiffany when they saw her coming.

However, she could see the guards' expressions changed when they saw Richard. They bowed even more respectfully.

Tiffany didn't ask anything and directly brought Richard into His Majesty's room.

The massive door slowly opened, revealing a luxurious yet understated interior. Looking inside, a figure lay bed. By the bed, still on the Did be Jeremy sat there, maintaining the sposture from beginning to end, never moving a muscle.

Jeremy was not surprised to see Richard coming. He only raised his eyebrows and silently stood up to make way. Tiffany walked forward and saw Jeremy's eyes were slightly bruised. She said, "Go and rest for a while. I'll guard this place." No matter what, she, as a granddaughter, should stay by the bed the most.

Jeremy nodded. "Alright." Then he left. However, he didn't go far and only lay on a rest bed in the other corner of the bedroom.

Tiffany walked to the bed and saw His Majesty's eyes closed with an tense expression. If it were not for his faint breathing that represented his aura, it would be easy to mistake him for... Tiffany turned to look looked at Richard, asking, "Do you have a way? Can you tell what his symptoms are?" His Majesty hadn't been poisoned, nor did he have any other diseases, but he kept falling into a stupor from tto time.

It was too troublesome.