Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 601 The servant hesitated to confirm the visitor's identity. They couldn't tell if the person in Melody's body was truly her or Wilma.

Hearing the report, June glanced at Tiffany, surprise flickering in her eyes.

Just moments ago, Tiffany confidently said there was no need to worry, as Wilma would cto them on her own. At the time, June had been skeptical, but Wilma did come.

Composing herself, June immediately replied, "Tell her Miss Kelley won't see her. Send her away." In her mind, Tiffany wasn't someone anyone could just meet at will.

Besides, for a traitor like Wilma to show up now, she must have hit a wall' she couldn't climb over.

Handling such vile people required a tough stance. They had to let Wilma know she couldn't take advantage of them.

"Understood," the servant said, retreating promptly.

Meanwhile, Wilma was on the verge of panic.

After being abducted by Lorenzo's men, she managed to escape during a moment of distraction when they were making a phone call.

Now battered and bruised, she dared not return to the villa she had been staying in, fearing those men were lying in wait. Desperate, she turned to Luna Villa, hoping Tiffany would help.

In the end, Tiffany had refused to see her.

Frantic, Wilma saw the servant about to leave and quickly grabbed her arm, pleading, "Please, letin. I need to see Miss Kelley. I'm begging you!" The servants of Luna Villa were trained by June. They were far from ordinary. The servant brushed off Wilma's hand and you think you can just demand to see her?" said, "Miss Kelley is a diamond among women. Do "I'm begging you," Wilma said.

"Leave now, before I have someone throw you out," the servant replied icily before turning away.

Wilma was anxious. Unable to breach the tall iron gates, Wilma was left with least deliver a message for me." no choice but to lower her voice and plead, “At She continued, "Tell Miss Kelley I'll never dare cross her again. Whatever she says, I'll obey without question. I won't act in defiance anymore. Please." The servant relayed this message inside.

June glanced at Tiffany for a reaction. Instantly understanding her subtle expression, June instructed the servant, "Let her in." Minutes later, Wilma stepped cautiously into Luna Villa.

The brightly lit villa was nothing like the places Wilma had lived It was an understated yet profound luxury. Everything exuded refined taste and sophistication.

But none of that commanded as much attention as Tiffany, reclining lazily on a chaise lounge in the center of it all.

Dressed in a pale lavender silk nightgown, Tiffany's flawless skin seemed to glow. She leaned on one arm, watching television lazily. Her neck, elegantly defined collarbones, and everything about her was stunning. Even the aura she emitted was one of majesty, a quiet yet imposing presence that demanded respect. Wilma bit her lip as she approached Tiffany, step by step.

She said, "Miss Kelley, I was wrong. I shouldn't have let greed blind me. I shouldn't have betrayed you for fleeting riches, shouldn't have feigned loyalty while going against your orders." Her voice trembled, and she was shy of falling to her knees.

Standing nearby, June couldn't help but look at Wilma with disdain.

Wilma inherently lacked in class. Despite wearing Melody's beautiful face and stunning figure, she remained comically out of place and awkward.

She was like a poor imitation.

When Tiffany remained silent for a long time, Wilma couldn't help but glance up nervously and call out again, "Miss Kelley Tiffany yawned lazily, as though she'd only just registered Wilma's presence, and asked nonchalantly, "What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? Speak." Wilma replied, “I... I was kidnapped." Wilma gestured to her bruises and scrapes, sof which were so severe they had stripped away layers of skin. Dirt and gri were embedded in her wounds, leaving her pale and on the verge of fainting.

Yet she forced herself to recount every detail of her abduction that night. She pleaded, "Miss Kelley, please help me!" Tiffany raised an eyebrow, her expression amused. "Do you remember the terms we agreed upon?" When Wilma had been hired, she'd signed a contract with explicit conditions. After switching bodies, she was to follow Tiffany's every command without question, even if it meant switching back immediately.

As a reward, Tiffany would give her a considerable commission upon completion of their arrangement.

Yet, astonishingly, Wilma had reneged on the agreement the very first day after the swap.

A person who betrayed would probably do it again.

Tiffany's smile was laced with mockery. "And why should I help you? So you can turn around and betrayagain as soon as you're out of trouble?" "I won't. I swear I won't!" Wilma shook her head desperately.

Her greed for wealth, beauty, and status was undeniable. But her fear of death far outweighed her desires.

If Tiffany refused to protect her, it was only a matter of tbefore Lorenzo's men-found her again. Once captured, she'd undoubtedly be forced to swap back into her old body.

Melody, burning with rage, would tear her apart. Wilma knew she wouldn't even have the chance to plead for her life.

Returning to Tiffany's side was her only hope. Not only would she survive, but she could still walk away with the promised 200 thousand dollars.

With that kind of money, she could easily afford cosmetic surgery ton achieve the look she desired. She didn't want to risk it when there was still a path to safety.

Wilma pledged her loyalty. "Miss Kelley, I was blinded by greed and broke our agreement. From now on, I't honomy commitment. Whatever you command, even if it's the most dangerous task, I'll obey without hesitation!" Tiffany gave her a sidelong glance, her tone dripping with indifference. “Are you sure?" Wilma replied, "If I'm lying, you can do anything to me!" Tiffany said, "Alright then. The first thing I want you to do is turn yourself in." That very night, after leaving Luna Villa, Wilma got into a car and headed straight to the nearest police stan.

She remained inside for about two hours. No one knew what she did during that time.

Meanwhile, parked on a shadowy side street near the police station, several of Lorenzo's men sat waiting in a car, growing increasingly impatient.

One of them grumbled, "Damn it. We let our guard down, and she managed to slip away. She's probably reporting us to the cops right now." If the police got involved, it would be much harder to get her back.

But Melody couldn't wait any longer.

Gripping Lorenzo's arm tightly, she asked desperately, "Why haven't you brought her back yet? Do something!" She couldn't stand her current ugly face for another second. care how you Lorenzo scowled, crushing his cigarette underfoot. He barked, "Move faster. I don't do it, get her out!" "Yes!" The men were just about to step out of the car when they saw Wilma exiting the police station.