Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

At this moment, Tiffany was gripping the man's arm, which had no warmth. It was as hard and cold as a statue. She was shocked. She immediately let go, grabbed onto the rocks by the shore, and quickly scrambled up. The black cat on the man's shoulder had arched its back, looking like it was about to attack her at any moment. Tiffany ignored it, her gaze fixed on the man's face.

In her panic earlier, she saw him as a life-saving driftwood, exerting too much force and even leaving a few red marks on his arm, so she said, "Sorry." But the man just stared at her intently.

His gaze held curiosity and scrutiny. It also looked as if he had just spotted his prey.

This kind of gaze made one feel very uncomfortable.

Tiffany frowned, wanting to leave, but after looking around, she realized there was only one way to take, which was to climb up.

The sheer rock was a smooth cliff, making it extremely difficult to climb without tools. Even if her skills were good, it would be extremely dangerous and hard to climb without any tools.

She had no idea what the situation was like up there.

The fog was so thick that she fell unexpectedly, She wondered if Richard and Jeremy had noticed that she was missing...

Tiffany took a deep breath. She unsheathed the switchblade in her pocket and drove it into the cliff. Using this leverage, she gradually climbed upward.

However, an unsettling gaze was directed at her.

It cfrom the man in the water.

Tiffany thought, 'He keeps soaking in the icy water. It's due to either a specific intention for being there or possessing a unique physical condition. No one else can withstand this temperature. And the woman who pushed me... Who else is in this Misty Ridge? I've got to be on guard.' Tiffany was on guard as she climbed.

She could vaguely hear someone calling her nfrom above. The voice was distorted due to the wind, so she could not hear it clearly, but it was enough to determine that they were not far above her.

Tiffany was overjoyed and immediately shouted, "I'm here! Under the sheer rock!" Her shout was directed downwind, and two echoes followed, carrying her voice away.

She wondered if they heard her.

Feeling a bit anxious, Tiffany climbed up a little further.

Suddenly, the stone beneath her foot gave way, and in that moment of losing balance, she fell downward. She thought, 'Oh no!' Tiffany closed her eyes, waiting for the intense pain to come. However, she felt a gust of wind. In the next moment, she fell into a warm and safe embrace that was both refreshing and familiar.

When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see it was Richard.

His cold eyes were filled with anxiety, and a fierce aura emanated from him, enveloping her in a chilling, menacing presence.

Tiffany was a little surprised. "Richard, you got here so quickly." Richard said nothing. He landed steadily while carrying her.

The intensity of the wind around them seemed to have decreased a little.

He placed her on the ground, took off his jacket, and asked in a serious voice, "Who did this?" Before falling off the sheer rock, Tiffany's sudden disappearance was no coincidence.

It could only mean that someone wanted to harm her, so that person followed closely all the way and attacked when the twas right.

Tiffany shook her head. "I don't know either, but it seemed to be a woman." She thought, "That person was able to slip away so quickly. It's obvious that this person is familiar with the terrain of Misty Ridge. But this is my first there. Who would hide here in advance, trying to harm me?' Tiffany thought about it and said, "Oh right, there's one more..." As she spoke, she turned to look at the cold pool, which was empty without even a ripple. That man she had mistaken for a lifeline was gone.

Tiffany paused and frowned slightly.

Richard followed her gaze and said sharply, "Someone has been here before.” His words were not a question but a statement of certainty.

This was because there were two trails of water by the edge of the pool. One was likely left by Tiffany, while the other indicated that someone had left.

"Yeah," Tiffany replied, shivering immediately when the wind blew as she was soaking wet.

They couldn't stay here any longer.

Richard wrapped his arm around her waist and said, "Let's go." Hearing this, Tiffany felt her body lighten. By the tshe realized what was happening, Richard was holding her securely as he leaped up onto the sheer rock.

It felt just like how he had grabbed her onto a tree previously. Tiffany found it both unbelievable and exhilarating. They landed steadily.

John and the rest of his men hurried over. They were a step too late and missed the strange scene that had just unfolded.

"Mr. Hampton, Miss Kelley, you both are fine, right?” John asked.

"We're fine." Tiffany looked around and noticed that Jeremy was missing. She could not help but ask, "Where's Jeremy?" She thought, 'At a tlike this, there's no way he'd leavebehind.

John replied, "When we were on our way here, he noticed signs of someone leaving and immediately went after that person." Tiffany nodded, thinking, Jeremy is skilled and familiar with Misty Ridge, so he should be fine.

Sandra was devastated.

When the mist rose, she seized the opportunity to push Tiffany off the sheer rock. She thought that even if the fall didn't cause serious harm, it would at least make Tiffany suffer a bit.

The moment she succeeded, she immediately left.

The mist cand went quickly. She had no choice but to flee to avoid being discovered.

It turned out that her experiences during this period had indeed helped her grow a lot compared to before. She thought, 'I didn't expect it to be so easy. It seems that Tiffany isn't as formidable as I thought.' She was feeling smug for a moment, but she did not expect to be spotted by Jeremy when she turned around.

He chased after her relentlessly while she ran frantically, making her so exhausted that she was on the verge of collapsing.

She thought, 'Is this guy like adhesive tape? Why won't he get out of my hair?' Sandra was flustered and helpless. While she was escaping, she stumbled.

I'm dead meat now,' she thought.

Jeremy immediately chased after her. When he was just over 30 feet Strom Sandra, a pair of hands suddenly pulled Sandra into a hole in the ground. When Jeremy reached that spot, he saw that the grass on the ground was bent, but there was no sign of anyone...

He thought, 'I actually lost her?' The wind around was silent, and the miasma was getting stronger.

Jeremy frowned. Despite his reluctance to be resigned to the situation, he had no choice but to return empty- handed.

After he left, Sandra, who was in the hole, trembled.

This was because the man who had just saved her was her master...

The black tabby was in his arms, but the man's expression was terrifying. His eyes were filled with cruelty and ruthlessness, as if he were staring at a corpse, yet there was an unsettling smile on his lips. "It's a pity that you failed your test," her master said, shaking his head.

The hand that stroked the black tabby was still gentle, but it could snap her neck at any moment.

Sandra was filled with shock and pleaded tearfully, saying, "I could have done it. It's all that bitch's fault. When I saw her here, I couldn't help but make a move first... Mr. Quaid, please giveanother chance. I swear I won't do it again next time." Her master thought, "There won't be a next time.

This was his rule.

He thought, 'Saying so much is nothing but a meaningless struggle...

Sandra fell to the ground, filled with despair.

Just then, she heard the man above her ask with interest, "You know those people, huh? Do you know that young lady" X