Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 594 After the lesson she had learned, Melody did not dare to be too presumptuous. She could only force an ugly smile and try to get the old couple to make way.

Unexpectedly, the lady slapped Melody twice as she smiled, causing her mind to buzz.

"Wilma, how dare you hit my son? Are you tired of living here? If you don't want to stay, get lost. Don't even think about stepping into my house in the future." 'Wilma? So this body belonged to someone called Wilma? 'Wait, are these couple supposed to be my in-laws?' But that was not the point she took. The main point was what the woman had said. Melody looked up sharply and asked, "Really?" Leaving the moldy house sounded great. She didn't want to stay there either. She was just about to leave. That was exactly what she wanted. Hence, Melody forced her way out and was about to rush out when the woman grabbed her.

Melody did not know what the woman wanted, but her grip was strong. Feeling she could not break free, she asked, "Didn't you want to chaseaway? Why are you stopping me?" "Hmph!" The woman thought it was okay to go back on her word. She immediately sneered and shattered all of Melody's hopes. “Let you leave? Dream on. Our family had spent 2,000 dollars to hold your wedding. And you want to leave? Dream on!" "2,000 dollars?" Melody could not believe she was only worth that much. She said in a panic, "If you letgo, I'll give you money, okay? I'll give you twenty thousand dollars. No, I'll give you 200 thousand dollars. Is 200 thousand dollars enough to letgo?" When the couple heard the number, their eyes lit up. However, when they heard the last sentence, they immediately sneered. "Have you found a rich man? 200 thousand dollars? Can you give us that much?" "No, I do have 200 thousand dollars. If you don't believe me, letgo. I'll pay you, I promise!" "I don't believe you. Don't lie tothat someone has taken a fancy to you. Why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like? 200 thousand dollars? You talk as if you've dug a treasure chest." The couple did not believe Melody at all. They even closed the door. They had made up their minds to lock her inside to reflect. Melody panicked and tried to pull the door open. But in Wilma's body, she was not strong enough than two blue-collared people who did heavy work all year round.

In the blink of an eye, the door was tightly shut. She had not eaten anything for the entire day and was starving. Melody squatted against the wall in despair. Tears finally rolled down her face.

When Melody was tired from crying, she felt sleepy. But as she was half-asleep, she suddenly heard a rustling sound. She thought Wilma's husband had returned, and Melody shivered in fear.

Melody opened her eyes and saw someone slowly crawling from under the bed. That person looketl like a pig and was extremely ugly.

Melody was so scared that her face turned pale when she saw such an evil person. The scream had already reached her throat, and she almost shouted. However, the man said, "Wilma, don't be afraid. I'm here to help you escape. Quick, follow me!" Looking at the person in front of her, Melody could not help but think. 'Is he supposed to be Wilma's other lover?' Melody was disgusted and full of resistance. But the man's words moved her. "Can you getout?” "Have you forgotten? We dug this tunnel together last year. Of course, we can leave. Hurry, I haven't seen you in a long time. I missed you so much!" Melody had goosebumps all over her body. However, escaping from this hellhole made her determined. Gritting her teeth. Melody crawled towards the man.

The tunnel was dug under the bed, and the two crawled in one after another. The smell of decay and soil assaulted Melody's nostrils. Her expression turned pale as she almost vomited.

However, the man urged from behind, "Hurry up or we'll be discovered." The two successfully climbed out of the tunnel seven to eight minutes later.

Melody thought the tunnel might be connected to the outside. But she did not expect this to be the man's residence. It was another moldy house with a strong smell of meat.

Melody was suffocated. She hurriedly pushed open the door and ran out. She did not know where she was. She ran to the bustling street in Wilma's skin and hailed a taxi. Melody said anxiously, “Sir, hurry, taketo Remmington Street!" The taxi sped away. Melody looked back and saw the butcher was already chasing after her. But because she was in a car, the man could no longer catch up. Seeing this, Melody heaved a sigh of relief.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped. She was about to get out when a pair of hands reached out. "The fare is fifty dollars. Please pay before getting out." Melody used to live as a rich young lady with a driver to pick her up whenever she went. She never had to pay for transport. She was stunned. Melody dug into her pocket and realized there was not even a penny.

Melody opened her mouth to curse, but when she saw her ugly face through the rearview mirror, she could only hold back all the unpleasant words and say, "Sir, please wait a moment. I'll get my family to cout and pay, okay?" "Is that your home?" Melody nodded frantically. She had lived there for a few months. Charlie had arranged a driver, a servant, and everything she needed. Everything was in order. She did not lack money, confidence, or good treatment. She was at home.

However, the driver's eyes were filled with disbelief. The woman before him wore shabby clothes. She could mot afford the fare, and he doubted she lived in such a luxurious estate. However, at this point, he could only wave his hand. "Hurry up, I'm still busy looking for customers." Melody hurriedly got out of the car and pressed the doorbell. When she saw a servant walking out, she hurriedly waved and shouted, "Fleur, cover and open the door for me!* However, Fleur frowned and asked warily, "Who are you? Where are you coming from? Please, leave!" "I'm Melody!" She practically spat the words out between her teeth with such confidence. But in Wilma's skin, who would believe her?

When Fleur heard this, she immediately sneered. “Miss Melody went to the mall to shop, andŷdu claim to be her? Please, leave. You look like a patient who escaped from a psychiatric ward. If you don't leave, I'll hit you with a broom."

Melody clenched her fists. She had a way to prove herself. When Fleur was ironing her dress, she accidentally hooked a thread of the dress. She E flew into a rage and threw the steaming hot iron at Fleur. Everyone in the villa knew about this, but the fake imposter would not. She also knew many other personal-related things. If she were to list them, the servants might believe hier. Melody was about to speak when a car cfrom not far away. It was the latest Porsche that she was familiar with. That was her car.