Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

Tiffany's one remained calm, with a hint of sementing

Morsen felt her heart skip a beat, wondering if Tiffany had divered her mie afentity. She asked. "Y-You're just Kelley from the Kelley family When other identity cold you have "That's something you should be acking yourself Tiffany replied

"Ask me! Are you kidding? How would I know? Morwen denied outright, hur old creat broke out on her forehead. She regretted it from the start

1 shell known her carefully bad plan seould to out like this would never have been in careless. If only she'd prepared more thoroughly, she wouldn't be the one pinned dosen nose

Morwen subtly shifted, trying to cut through the whip, binding ber hands at her back. She had no idea what material this

chip was made of, but even after struggling for ages, she'd only made the slightest cut

To avond raising suspicion, Morwen spoke up, casually asking fast say it-what do you want? Do you think youd dare to kill

me

Tiffany chuckled. "Of course hot she replied.

Morwen sneered, a smug expression on her face. She knew Tiffany wouldn't have the guts to lay a hand on her. If anything wire to happen to her, the entire Kelley family would face the consequences.

However, her smugness lasted only a few seconds before Tiffany leisurely added. "How could I ever harm anyone myself Wouldn't your death be the result of a fire on the cruise?"

Morwen was speechless, jerked her head up, disbelief written all over her face

the very plan she had devised to deal with Tiffany. She had intended to pin everything on the fire, and once the ship cot down, all the evidence would be destroyed. But now, Tiffany was using that very same trap against her. Morwenanstantly erupted, her voice seething with fury. "You dare

"Why wouldn't Tiffany stood up, lazily stretching and yawning Unhurried, she walked out of the room and locked the

door

The smell of gasoline filled the air, and faint flickers of flames could be seen beneath the door. Tiffany had set the place on tre indeed. Morwen panicked, her scalp tingling as she screamed in terror, "Someone! Anyone! Help!" None of her subordinates responded. Thick smoke began to fill the room, the acrid scent choking her. At this rate, she would

dar for sure

Morwen struggled desperately, and perhaps luck was on her side. After her wrist was scraped and bleeding the rope finally loosened. But the door was locked, and no matter how forcefully she pulled, it wouldn't budge Her eyes darted in a panic, landing on a small

among a pile of tools. Without a second thought, she rushed over

grabbed the axe, and began lacking at the door with all her strength

The door lock shattered, and the door swung open Morwen rushed our to expect a raging inferno. Even if she managed to escape death by miracle, she was sure she would suffer severe bans in the process. But when she burst out, she was stunned to find the fire had al Morwen froze, staring in disbelief as a few disheveled subordinates approached her. One of them asked, "Miss Xanthus, are you alright? It was them who had put out the tue

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Morwen heaved a sigh of relief. Tm line. Where is that bitch? Where is she?" she asked.

"On the deck," the subordinate replied.

Morwen immediately led her men toward the deck. A few lifeboats and lifevests were meant for emergencies, but they were utterly useless since the ship hadn't caught fire.

Tiffany sat on the deck, enjoying the breeze, with Jeremy beside her.

Not long ago, when the power suddenly went out due to a circuit breaker, Tiffany and Morwen vanished at the ball. Unable to find anyone after searching everywhere, Jeremy lost his temper and took control of everyone on the cruise. He then ordered the captain to return The ship, now in the middle of the river, was accelerating toward the dock. When Morwen arrived, it was already dangerously close.

You think this will stop me?" Morwen sneered. She waved a small remote control from her chest with a confident and reckless smile. "Do you know what this is?" she asked, her tone dripping with certainty.

With a raised eyebrow, Tiffany and Jeremy glanced over and spoke calmly. "It's just a bomb detonator, isn't it?" There was nothing to be shocked about.

Morwen stared at them, dumbfounded. Just a bomb detonator: She thought. They're speaking so casually-know how powerful this bomb is: I can't tell if they're clueless or pretending to be!" -do they even

Fuming with rage, Morwen acted

without hesitation. She found one of the control buttons positioned perfectly beneath the deck. rightThis content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

under Tiffany and Jeremy's fed net

With a press, the mini bomb would detonate immediately, obliterating them instantly.

Morwen smiled coldly and pressed the button without hesitation. However, the expected scene of blood and shattered flesh never came. The deck remained precisely the same.

Tiffany remained seated where she was, her hair tousled by the evening breeze, resembling a siren perched at the bow of a ship. Under the moonlight, her delicate face seemed to glow, as captivating as ever, with nothing changing.

Morwen was stunned. What was going on? Had the detonator malfunctioned?' she thought. She pressed the button twice, but the result was the same-nothing happened.

Morwen, no matter how foolish, began to sense that something was off. She looked up at Tiffany, her voice filled with disbelief as she asked. "Did you dismantle the bomb?" But as soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately dismissed the thought, thinking it was imp

All the mini bombs had been hidden within the ship, making it impossible to detect them from the outside unless special equipment was used. But Tiffany had come empty-handed, so there was no way she could have the ability to disarm the bombs...

Morwen

looked pale, her frustration mounting as she pressed the button again, unwilling to accept defeat

Just then, Tiffany tilted her head slightly, her palm open, revealing a detonator in her hand-identical to the one Morwen held. "How do you have one?" Morwen asked.

Morwen's breath caught in her throat, and she shouted in disbelief, "You stole my detonator!"

"Bingo, Tiffany said. She smiled, her expression lazy and effortlessly graceful "But I didn't steal it. This detonator came my hands itself

into

She had combed the cruise, finding nothing but a dozen barrels of gasoline in the warehouse. She had even told Jeremy that there might not be any bombs on board.

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But knowing Morwell's cunning nature, Tiffany was confident that, having gone to such great lengths to set up the trap, the must have left herself an escape route. There had to be remote-controlled bombs on the ship, just hidden very well.

Later, when the lights in the ball went out, and everything plunged into darkness, Morwen grabbed her hand, and they both fell into the secret room.

Tiffany casually slipped the detonator from Morwen's grasp. The physical contact hadn't raised any suspicion as they both plummeted together.