Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 598 In the past, wherever Melody went, all eyes would inevitably be on her, filled with admiration and awe. Sboys would even compare her to other girls, always concluding that she was unmatched.

At that time, she reveled in the envious, bitter, yet utterly admiring gazes of other girls.

But now, she had becthe laughingstock of the crowd.

Falling from heaven to hell, the enormous contrast only strengthened Melody's determination to reclaim her body.

Steadying herself, she said in a calm and normal tone, “That bug is very important to me. Please give it back." Melody thought they would listen if she spoke nicely. However, she underestimated the cruelty of these people. "Why would I give you back just because you asked? I won't!" The leader of the group, Elmer Gould, cfrom a wealthy family. He was spoiled as the only child. At school, he was notorious for bullying the weak.

Now, with a smug expression, he held the glass jar, deliberately bringing it close to his eyes to observe the sleeping bug inside.

By coincidence, the bug moved slightly with the jar's shaking, stretching its body. Its previously white form began to take o a faint red hue, an eerie red.

Elmer recoiled in disgust and flung the jar away. "What the hell is this thing? It's disgusting!" he cursed. The jar traced an arc through the air. It was falling straight to the ground.

Melody's pupils dilated. She lunged forward, desperately trying to save it, but her bulky frcaused her to trip over her own feet. With a loud thud, she fell to the ground.

Right before her eyes, the jar shattered. Shards flew, cutting her face. A thin trail of od began to seep out.

bug in front of her. Her eyes were But Melody didatfel the pain on her face. She just stared blankly at the now lilies boug filled with an overwhelming fury.

Melody yelled, "You destroyed my last hope. I'll kill you!" Struggling to he feet, she charged at Elmer with all her might. But she was not a match for them.

Half an hour later, Melody was pinned to the ground, her hands twisted behind her back, restrained by the security guards who had been called in.

She shouted, "Letgo! Letgo!" "Damn, this chick's crazy! Fighting us over a bug? What a lunatic Why are you guys just standing there? Get this nutcase to the police already!" Elmer shouted, then turned his head and saw a figure standing outside the classroom door.

His eyes lit up as he immediately rushed over. "Melody! Why are you at school so early? The sun's blazing outside. If you're heading out later, I'll carry an umbrella for you!" His simpering attitude was obvious.

Wilma felt flustered and a little smug after receiving this kind of attention from a boy for the first time.

She was finding it harder and harder to let go of this kind of life.

Meanwhile, seeing Wilma appear only made Melody more agitated. She screamed, "You bitch! Giveback my body! Give it back!" Wilma kept a straight face, distancing herself entirely. "Who are you? I don't even know you. Also, this is a prestigious school. How could you wander in? What are the security guards even doing?" She shifted the blonto the security guards, using it to divert attention.

The head security guard inwardly sighed but didn't want to reveal that it had been Tiffany's orders. He said, "We'll handle this immediately. Situations like this won't happen again." With that, he waved a hand, and the other two guards dragged Melody out.

"Letgo! Letgo!" No matter how much she screamed, it was to no avail.

The commotion gradually settled down.

Three minutes before class began, Tiffany walked into the classroom. The moment she appeared, the noisy chatter subsided.

Wilma looked up, her gaze meeting Tiffany's. It was cold, detached.

Wilma beca bit nervous..

She had been hired by Tiffany for this body-switching scheme, but the moment the swap was complete, she betrayed her employer. While she felt a twinge of guilt, her pride and arrogance were far greater.

After all, she had gone from a nobody to living in high society. The drastic change made her giddy with self- importance.

Wilma steadied herself and was about to return Tiffany's gaze with a defiant look. But Tiffany had already shifted her attention elsewhere. Her expression was indifferent as if she'd glanced at something unworthy of her notice. Wilma was instantly rendered speechless.

A sense of defeat rose in her, and she clenched her fists in frustration.

Do Noticing her mood, Elmer, who had been fawning over her, offered an idea. you wantto prank Tiffany?" "Sure!" Wilma smiled, her eyes seductive and teasing.

Elmer was stunned.

He had spent so much ttrying to win Melody over, only to be rejected repeatedly. Yet today, Melody unexpectedly agreed to his offer and even smiled at him.

He thought he was finally close to his goal of being with her.

Elmer felt a surge of secret excitement.

Glancing briefly at Tiffany, he began formulating a malicious and underhanded plan.

By evening, the sky was painted in shades of soft pink and lavender and the setting sun cast its glow over the leafy school pathway. Tiffany and Zoe strolled toward the school gates. As they walked, Zoe chattered on, "Tflies so fast! Sunday's almost here, and your wedding day is coming up!" "Yes, it really is," Tiffany replied softly. She smiled as she thought of the wedding Richard had meticulously planned for her.

The two walked slowly toward the gates. Just as they were about to leave the campus, a voice called out behind them. "Tiffany, wait!" Tiffany turned around and saw Elmer hurrying toward her. She asked, "What is it?" Elmer said, "The director is looking for you. He's in the equipment room and asked you to head over." Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "Which director? Mr. Moyer or Mr. Blanchard?" Elmer faltered, his gaze suddenly shifting nervously. "Mr. Blanchard."

"But isn't Mr. Blanchardon leave?" Zoe interjected, her tone skeptical as she shot Elmer a suspicious look.

"What are you up to? Is this skind of prank?"

Her blunt question made Elmer stiffen, but he forced himself to maintain a calm expression. "I'm just Να passing on the message. Whatever the case, you can't ignore a request from the academic director." He was genuinely worried that Tiffany wouldn't go, which would render all his efforts useless.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow but patted Zoe's shoulder. "You go on home. I'll check it out." "Tiffany, letcwith you!" Zoe insisted.

"No need." Tiffany shook her head gently, her tone firm and decisive.