Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE When she arrived at Lovell School, she noticed a crowd of students gathered in the playground. From afar, it was clear that something had captured their attention, but Tiffany wasn't one to indulge in such commotion.

Ignoring the spectacle, she walked straight toward the classroom A few students happened to pass by her. These students were animatedly discussing the scene on the playground.

One of them said with a sneer, "It's great that our school's little devil got punished, but that one-week suspension was way too lenient. It would've been so much better if Tiffany had been expelled. Let's see if she'd dare to bully anyone again after that." Another student chimed in, "That's right, that's right! I wish she'd never cto school again! She's ruining our school. Even her little lackey dares to act all high and mighty. No wonder he was taught a lesson!" The chatter faded away, but the words had already reached Tiffany's ears.

She stopped abruptly, spun around, and clasped one of the students firmly by the shoulder. "Are you talking about me?" she asked, her voice cold and steady.

Caught red-handed, the students froze, staring at Tiffany as though they'd seen a ghost.

"N-no, we didn't say anything..." one of them stammered.

"Didn't say anything?" Tiffany raised an eyebrow and casually dug at her ear, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "Funny, because I heard it. What was that again?" Her playful smile sent a chill through the group, but it was the sharp, commanding aura radiating from her that broke them into a cold sweat.

They scrambled for an excuse, but before they could manage one. Tiffany's smile vanished. Her expression turned icy, her piercing gaze enough to make anyone squirm. “Was that my 'little lackey' you were talking about? Zoe Stevens?" The group exchanged uneasy glances. Under the pressure of Tiffany's cold stare, they finally nodded. "Y-yes..." "What happened? Speak," Tiffany said.

"Zoe... violated school rules. She's being expelled," one of them blurted out.

"What rule?" Tiffany said calmly.

"Sas you-fighting," they answered in unison.

They all looked at Tiffany, their eyes practically screaming: She must have learned this from you.

"Scram," Tiffany snapped, releasing her grip.

The group scattered, and Tiffany strode purposefully toward the playground.

From a distance, she could see a crowd of students gathered. At the center stood Zoe, surrounded and clearly being forced out. Her belongings were scattered on the ground, and she spotted a black footprint smeared across Zoe's backpack.

Tiffany's heart instantly sank.

So this was how Zoe was bullied during the week she'd been gone? Just then, a girl with a black eye emerged from the crowd, holding a grease-stained lunch box in her hands.

The girl raised the box, aiming for Zoe's face. But before it could land, an orange churtling through the air, striking the girl's hand.

The sudden change caused her to lose her grip, and the lunch box flipped in her grasp-its greasy contents splattering across her own face.

Her delicate makeup was ruined by the soup, and the once-beautiful dress was instantly soiled. The chatter around them fell silent for a moment before laughter erupted from all directions. "Jessica, are you okay? Splashing soup and hitting your own face are your hands shaking?" someone said. The girl called Jessica was so furious that she stomped her feet in frustration, her face flushed with both shand anger. She picked up the orange from the ground, her voice sharp as she demanded, "Who threw this? Step forward!" From behind the crowd, a slender figure stepped out.

Under the blazing sun, Tiffany emerged, her fair skin glowing with an icy radiance. Her elegant demeanor exuded nobility, leaving not a trace of inferiority. At a glance, she looked like someone who had stepped straight out of a painting.

Her beauty was breathtaking.

Gasps of surprise echoed around her. "Tiffany?" "Tiffany is back?" "She hasn't been expelled yet?" Amid the murmurs, Tiffany glanced up nonchalantly and drawled, "I threw it. Got a problem with that?" Her arrogance was as unyielding as ever.

Someone tugged at Jessica's sleeve from behind, whispering nervously, "Jessica, let it go. You can't win against her."

Jessica Simpson, a wealthy girl who had transferred schools five days ago, had heard about Tiffany's m notorious reputation as the 'queen devil' in school. However, she had scoffed at the rumors and dismissed them, secretly hoping to steal Tiffany's spotlight. Therefore, she always disparaged Tiffany, and her words even becmore and more intense, which was why she had an argument with Zoe and was beaten up by Zoe.

Thanks to her family's wealth and influence, Jessica was not punished in any way, but Zoe, who had no such backing, was now on the verge of being expelled.

And that was also why this scene was unfolding today.

Jessica shot a glance at Tiffany, her eyes flickering with both amazement and jealousy. She gestured at the oft-stained dress clinging to her body, raised her chin haughtily, and sneered, "Do you even know how much this dress costs?” The implication was clear: her clothes were expensive, far beyond what someone like Tiffany could afford.

To her surprise, Tiffany nodded and replied smoothly, "I know. It's just an off-season worth much." She deliberately emphasized the word "off-season".

Jessica's smug expression froze instantly.

She never thought that Tiffany would know it.

"W-What are you talking about? This is the latest model! It cost tens of thousands of dollars! Shon you for talking nonsense!" Jessica said.

Tiffany wasn't interested in debating fashion. Taking a step forward, she smiled coolly, her tone sharp as she asked, "I heard you beat up my friend?" Jessica sneered, her chin tilting even higher. "So what? What can you do about it?"

Tiffany glance at her black eye dismissively as she rolled up hem sleeves ves with casual grace. "Only one black eye? That's not a good look. Don't be shy-I'll help you even it out."