Tiffany 573

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Chapter 573

As much as she disliked Melody–and in her heart, she couldn’t wait for Melody to disappear–Tiffany was instinctively scared at the scene unfolding before her.

Tiffany frowned slightly.

Just moments ago, with a fleeting glance, she had recognized the person in the car: Avianna, the makeup artist whom Melody had kicked, causing her miscarriage.

Tiffany had explicitly instructed June to pay Avianna a sum of money to keep her quiet and follow instructions. She hadn’t anticipated Avianna acting so impulsively, letting her rage cloud her judgment and choosing such an extreme method to retaliate against Melody.

‘Stupid. Just plain stupid,’ she thought.

Before Tiffany could process her thoughts, the scene took a dramatic turn. Melody, reacting with startling speed, darted to the side–and in a shocking twist, she grabbed another student and pulled him directly before her.

A screech pierced the air as the brakes engaged, the car halting mere inches from the terrified student.

The entire spectacle was heart–stopping.

Chaos erupted. Someone called the police, and others rushed to help.

Ten minutes later, Avianna was apprehended.

Before being taken away by the police, Avianna turned to Melody, her voice filled with anguish and fury. “Give me back my child! Give me back my child!” she screamed..

The incident of Melody causing Avianna’s miscarriage had been suppressed, buried under layers of influence and distraction. However, many people knew about it. It was impossible to really hide it, so there were still some leaks.

However, after Kenneth broke off the engagement, people lost interest in Melody. As a result, the public chose to forget about this episode.

Now, Avianna mentioned it again, transforming once–dismissed gossip into undeniable truth.

Avianna’s cries echoed in the chaos. “Give me back my baby! You monster! You heartless woman! You’ll get what’s coming to you–I curse you!”

Tiffany watched silently as Avianna was forced into the police car

With a slight sigh, she instructed her driver, “Let’s go.”

Originally, Tiffany had hoped Avianna would dismantle Melody’s façade piece by piece, exposing her for who she truly was. Tiffany also wanted to expose the fact that Melody had killed her deskmate and indirectly caused Ged’s death. Unexpectedly, Avianna had agreed to it long before, but the moment she took action, she acted terribly foolish!

Driving a car to hit Melody? In broad daylight?‘ she wondered. It is so reckless. Foolish beyond belief!

Not only had Avianna failed to harm Melody, but she’d also landed herself in police custody instead.

Tiffany rubbed her temples in frustration, exhaling sharply and not knowing what to say.

To her surprise. Tiffany saw Avianna again in front of the school the very next day!

It seemed that she was released after less than a day of confinement.

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It didn’t take long for her to learn the truth: Avianna was not only ill but mentally unstable. Her actions the day before had caused quite a stir, but legally, her condition meant she couldn’t be held accountable.

No wonder she was so bold, Tiffany thought.

Raising an eyebrow, Tiffany stepped out of the car.

Avianna was crouched in front of the school with a loudspeaker in hand, blasting accusations for all to hear. Her message was clear: she blamed Melody for kicking her and causing her miscarriage.

To make matters worse, Avianna even insinuated that Melody had been involved in a murder and gotten away with it.

Every word echoed loudly, ensuring everyone coming and going could hear her claims.

When Melody returned to school, the air buzzed with rumors.

Some dismissed Avianna’s accusations, reasoning that the words of someone mentally unstable couldn’t be trusted. Others, however, whispered that Avianna’s statements sounded disturbingly credible–ninety percent, to be exact. After all, everything Avianna said seemed to be reasonable.

Caught in the storm of gossip, Melody’s once–flawless, kind–hearted image took a hit.

Opinions were sharply divided.

Amid the heated debate, Tiffany remained remarkably calm.

She focused on catching up on missed lessons and dealing with Richard who had taken to climbing through her window at night. Days and nights were busy, leaving little room for distraction.

Yawning, Tiffany left the school gates after class this day, only to have a car pull up in front of her.

The window rolled down, revealing Richard’s striking face.

“Get in,” he commanded in a low, clear voice, his presence magnetic.

Before she realized it, Tiffany had obediently climbed into the car.

Once she was seated, Richard turned to her, his intense gaze unwavering. “The wedding dress design is ready,” he said slowly. “I’m taking you to try it on.”

Tiffany froze, her expression dazed and slightly confused.

It suddenly dawned on her–she had completely forgotten about her upcoming wedding!

Noticing her stunned reaction, Richard’s face darkened. Without warning, he pinched her cheek and leaned in to deliver a light, punitive bite on her lips. “No backing out,” he said firmly.

“I’m not,” Tiffany said.

She had any intention of doing so.

Tiffany imitated his tone from the night before. Snuggling closer, she exhaled softly into his ear and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility for you.”

Her voice was a melody of softness, sweetness, and sheer temptation.

As the car windows slid up and the privacy curtains between the front and back seats fell, Richard wasted no time.

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Pinning Tiffany beneath him in the spacious backseat, he murmured lazily, his voice a low, husky drawl, “You really are a little demon.”

She was always unknowingly seducing him, driving him mad with her innocent flirtations.

He couldn’t tell if it was his self–control that was lacking or if Tiffany had been born to drive him wild.

Lowering his head, Richard playfully bit at Tiffany’s neck, leaving a trail of faint red marks that bloomed on her skin like

roses.

Tiffany gasped, her cheeks flushed as she protested with a glare. “You’re doing it again!”

She recalled her embarrassment from last time when June had accidentally spotted the mark.

Now, here he was, leaving this kind of mark again:

Richard chuckled, his voice deep and teasing as he leaned closer. “So… why don’t you bite back?”

His seductive tone sent a shiver down her spine, pulling taut the strings of her resolve.

Tiffany clenched her teeth, unwilling to back down. If he wanted to play, she’d return the favor.

“Fine! You ask for it, then!” she thought.

Then she pounced, and their playful battle began. Between the pushes and counter–pushes, the multi–million–dollar Maybach swayed ever so slightly.

In the driver’s seat, John remained calm and composed, like a mountain unmoved by the storm.

Yet a thought flickered across his mind. ‘It won’t be long before Richard has a kid,‘ he thought.

When their playful tussle finally subsided, both bore the evidence of their “battle“.

Tiffany’s eyes widened at the faint red marks marring Richard’s sharp collarbone. Her face flushed a deep scarlet.

The defined lines of his collarbone, the forbidden air about him, and the lingering marks beneath his black shirt- everything about him seemed designed to tempt her.

Then her gaze shifted to her own neck, where similar marks had bloomed.

‘Well, this round ended in a tie,’ she thought.

Thankfully, it was late fall, and she could hide the marks under a turtleneck or jacket.

The thought gave her a newfound boldness.

“Still planning to take me to try on wedding dresses?” she asked.

“Of course.” Richard chuckled, his eyes brimming with affection as he gently tapped her nose. “Drive,” he ordered languidly.

“Yes, Mr. Hampton.” John jolted to attention, starting the engine and smoothly steering the car toward their destination.

The car stopped outside a renowned designer’s private studio. Known for its exclusivity, the studio rarely entertained guests, and its wedding dresses were nothing short of exorbitantly priced works of art.