Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Upon hearing this, Richard’s expression remained calm and indifferent as he asked, “Ha

“No,” Garry replied.

we found him?”

“Why are you reporting if there’s nothing?” Richard replied, clearly frustrated. It was pointless to say anything after so long without capturing the target.

Garry immediately responded, “This time, I’ll ensure he’s trapped in Lovell City and doesn’t get away!”

“You said the same thing last time,” Richard pointed out.

Garry was momentarily at a loss for words. In front of others, he could stand tall, but now he looked pitiful, his expression mirroring that of Lucifer, who had just been forced to perform. He appeared weak, vulnerable, and helpless.

Richard glanced at him and said flatly, “Find his exact location and seal off the area. This time, I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

Upon hearing this, Garry instantly felt elated. “That’s great!” he exclaimed.

They had clashed with the mysterious figure known as Codename K many times, and each time they were close to capturing him, he would slip away without a trace, as elusive as an eel. Despite numerous plans and attempts, he always managed to escape, which was incredibly frustrating.

With Richard personally stepping in this time, Garry felt confident that even Codename K, with all his cunning abilities, wouldn’t be able to escape. His spirits lifted, and he immediately went off to get to work.

*****

When Tiffany entered the classroom for her lesson the next day, she immediately noticed that her seat had been carefully wiped down, and a cute bow was playfully tied on the back of the chair. Upon closer inspection, even the slightly disorganized books in her drawer had been neatly arranged. Tiffany frowned at the sight.

Zoe couldn’t have done this, as she knew Tiffany didn’t like anyone tampering with her things. As Tiffany flipped through her books, she quickly realized that the paper she had tucked inside was missing. That paper contained her rough ideas for her following script.

Tiffany had forgotten to take it with her when she left yesterday, and now it was gone. She frowned, and before she could say anything, she noticed Melody smiling shyly beside her. “Tiffany, I organized all of this for you. You don’t mind, do you?”

Tiffany replied flatly, “Yes, I do mind. So in the future, please keep your hands to yourself and don’t touch my things.”

The students present were taken aback, not expecting her to respond so bluntly. It was utterly unfiltered and unapologetic.

Upon hearing this, Melody’s smile faded, and she quickly stepped back, accidentally bumping her knee against the corner of a nearby desk. Ignoring the pain, she nervously apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just, I just wanted to be friends with you.”

Melody held back her feelings of grievance, making Tiffany seem all the more aggressive and unreasonable in comparison. Some students wanted to step in and say something in her defense, but given Tiffany’s overbearing presence, ultimately, no one dared to speak up.

They were too afraid to speak up, but someone did have the courage.

Kenneth walked into the classroom and, without saying a word, positioned himself protectively in front of Melody. With a stern expression, he angrily questioned, “She was just trying to help you out. What do you have to be upset if you’re not grateful?”

After saying this, Kenneth’s voice turned cold, laced with a warning. “Tiffany, don’t go too far.”

Those words sounded so familiar to Tiffany. She sneered, her expression devoid of warmth. Kenneth had said something similar in the past when he was protecting Sandra, and now, with Melody, his words were even more intense.

“I’ll give you some advice too,” Tiffany suddenly smiled, each word clear and deliberate. “Mind your people, or one day, when something happens, you won’t even know how you got into trouble.”

He threatened her, and she countered with an even more intimidating remark. Those with nothing to lose fear nothing, so she had no reason to be afraid.

“You…” Kenneth was taken aback, not expecting her to be so stubborn. Her words cut deeply, and there was no sign of hesitation in her eyes. He couldn’t help but grow angry, saying, “Is it that hard to apologize?”

Tiffany laughed. “Why should I apologize? Does being weak make someone right? Is it just because you have a strong presence?”

Her mocking laughter was laced with sharp barbs, leaving Kenneth speechless and so frustrated that he lost his temper. “You’re unreasonable!” he exclaimed before grabbing Melody and leaving the classroom.

Trailing behind Kenneth, Melody felt the anger radiating from him and was filled with guilt, her eyes welling up with tears. “You shouldn’t have stood up for me. I was wrong to begin with. If I apologized, maybe Tiffany would forgive me. But now, this means…”

“Don’t get involved with that mad woman anymore!” Kenneth interrupted her, continuing, “Someone like her is completely unreasonable, stubborn, and arrogant!” He criticized Tiffany several times before concluding, “Stay away from her; there’s no need to be friends with someone like that.”

“Okay.” Melody lowered her head, appearing somewhat sad. “I just wanted to get along with everyone.”

“It’s okay; everyone likes you.” Kenneth smiled reassuringly, except for Tiffany, of course.

“You’re a great person. Don’t let what happened today make you doubt yourself. No matter what, I’m still your friend,” Kenneth said.

Melody came from a less privileged background and didn’t know anyone at the elite school filled with wealthy heirs. As a newcomer, it was natural for her to want to make friends with everyone. Kenneth understood this well. However, he also spoke the truth; aside from a few individuals, Melody’s sweet and gentle personality made her genuinely likable wherever she went.

“Thank you so much.” Hearing him say that lifted Melody’s spirits. She looked up with a bright smile, and her mood significantly improved.

Kenneth shifted his gaze awkwardly and noticed her knee. Her knee was bruised and discolored beneath the hem of her school uniform skirt. He couldn’t help but ask, “What happened?”

“Ah, I just bumped it a little earlier, but it’s nothing serious,” Melody replied.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I can’t let that go. I’m taking you to put some medicine on it,” Kenneth said, refusing to take no for an answer as he pulled Melody toward the school infirmary.

As they walked together, many people passed by, noticing the two of them holding hands. The handsome boy and beautiful girl made a strikingly perfect pair.

Those who recognized Kenneth exchanged flirtatious glances and teasing smiles. Some even whistled and asked, “Mr. Harper, is she your girlfriend?”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Kenneth shot them an amused glare, his tone a mix of annoyance and humor. He didn’t stop walking or let go of Melody’s hand as he led her to tend to her injury.

When they arrived at the school clinic, the doctor examined Melody’s injury, adjusted his reading glasses, and said calmly, “Just apply some medicine, and it will be fine.”

Kenneth looked worried and pressed, “Are you sure just applying some medicine is enough? That bruise looks quite serious. Shouldn’t we get it checked out?”

“There’s no need.” The doctor wanted to say more but was cut off by Melody, who said, “It’s fine. Just applying medicine will do. I’m not in much pain, Mr. Harper, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Alright.” He finally relented.

While applying the medicine, a teacher passing by called to Kenneth at the door. Melody remained seated in the chair, unsure what she had done, and the bruise on her knee seemed to worsen.