Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany
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Chapter 675

None of this was a coincidence. It was a meticulously crafted plan

Tiffany exploited his fear of death, guiding him to commit an unforgivable mistake.

Everything unfolded seamlessly. Jeffrey was convicted, sentenced, and destined to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Jeffrey’s eyes burned with rage, his blood boiling with the desire to confront Tiffany and tear her apart to vent his fury.

But then, he recalled that day atop Sanctuary Mountain, the cer way Tiffany had moved, and the inexplicable stiffness that overtook his body. He began to wonder if those supernatural events had also been her doing

But if that were the case, it would only raise more questions. Jeffrey wracked his brain, unable to make sense of it.

Still, one thing was certain. He would not take this humiliation lying down.

Keeping his head down to avoid being recognized, Jeffrey dared not take a taxi. Instead, he walked to a park two streets away from his home.

He suspected the police might be staking out his house, so going back was not an option,

In the park, he borrowed an elderly man’s phone to call home.

To his surprise, the person who picked up was Molly.

She asked, “Hello, who is this?”

Jeffrey replied, “It’s me.”

“Dad?” Molly was stunned. She had left home and wasn’t planning to return. The fact that her father had not only attempted murder but also become a fugitive was a heavy blow.

She scolded, “Dad, how could you even think of harming Aunt Thalia? She’s always been so good to us. What were you thinking?”

Before Jeffrey could respond, Molly scolded him furiously, making his face darken. “Shut up and bring me some money,

now!”

With cash in hand, he figured he could go into hiding until things cooled down.

Molly said, “Dad, you need to turn yourself in. Running won’t help. You might evade the law for a day or two, but can you really escape forever?”

“Are you deaf? Do what I said!” Jeffrey roared, his patience snapping. “Bring me the money now if you don’t want me dead!”

“Dad…” Molly sighed in frustration. “Where are you?”

Jeffrey replied, “The park. Walk in and turn right. Remember. It has to be cash, as much as you can get.”

“Fine.” Molly’s eyes flickered with hesitation as she ended the call.

Just then, Kaya descended the stairs. “Molly, who was that?”

“Just a telemarketer,” Molly replied with a faint smile before stepping out with her phone.

After a moment of hesitation, she dialed the police.

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She wasn’t sure if this was the right decision. Maybe Jeffrey would hold a grudge against her for the rest of his life.

While she mulled over her choice, the line connected.

She said, “Hello, my father is the fugitive Jeffrey Ruiz. He’s currently at Hopeview Park. You should go now”

In the park, Jeffrey had been waiting for over twenty minutes.

His mind was preoccupied with plans for the future. He would use the money to flee abroad, open a shop, and start over. Even if his current company was gone, he could rise again.

With such thoughts, the wait felt worthwhile.

He glanced around. The park was nearly deserted. A young couple was walking toward him, chatting and laughing with milkshakes in hand.

Jeffrey gave them a quick look but noticed nothing unusual.

However, as the couple approached, their seemingly carefree banter masked the occasional glance in his direction.

Jeffrey felt something was off. He abruptly turned to look at them, then bolted immediately.

The couple hesitated for a second before dropping all pretense and chasing after him. ̧

The park had been surrounded, leaving Jeffrey with nowhere to run.

Cornered at the edge of the park, behind him was the deep, rushing river. Clenching his teeth in desperation, he jumped in.

The river’s currents were fierce, dragging Jeffrey under multiple times. Just as he thought his life was over, fate granted him a sliver of luck. He was carried downstream and managed to crawl ashore.

“That damn girl!” Soaked and shivering, Jeffrey cursed as he reached solid ground.

He never expected that after all his cunning, his daughter would betray him.

If he had known, he would have drowned Molly instead of going after Thalia.

The more Jeffrey thought about it, the angrier he became. Yet, given the circumstances, hiding was his only option.

The news of Molly tipping off the police quickly reached Kaya after the failed capture.

Kaya slapped Molly hard, her voice trembling with rage as she pointed a finger at her. “How could you betray your father? Do you want him dead? He’s your father, your flesh and blood!”

Daisy chimed in, “I can’t believe how cruel you are. Dad’s always treated you so well, and you repay him like this? Are you even his real daughter?”

Molly said, “I did nothing wrong.”

Her lips were bloodied, but she stubbornly lifted her head and repeated firmly, “I did nothing wrong.”

Kaya, consumed by fury, felt her vision blur with anger. Grabbing the nearest object, she hurled it at Molly. Within moments, Molly was covered in bruises, her face battered and swollen.

When Kaya finally stopped, Molly was barely clinging to consciousness. Kaya shoved her out the door.

With nowhere to go, Molly staggered down the empty street, her vision fading. The desolate road stretched ahead of her.

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Despite her dire state, afaint hope flickered in her heart.

Molly wondered if Sidney would show up again, just as he had last time, to save her from this misery.

Even if he only offered her shelter for one night, sparing her from sleeping on the streets, it would be enough.

Molly smiled bitterly at her wishful thinking.

She knew the last time had been nothing but a coincidence. It wouldn’t happen again.

Her strength gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground. Her vision darkened completely. But just before she lost consciousness, she saw a man hesitatingly approach her.

He held a woven bag that seemed oddly familiar..

It looked just like the one the homeless man had carried the day he gave her a coat after Jeffrey had thrown her out of the

car.

A strange sense of peace filled her heart as Molly let herself slip into unconsciousness.

After Jeffrey escaped capture for the second time, the reward for his apprehension rose from twenty thousand dollars to sixty thousand dollars.

Every day he remained at large, Thalia’s anxiety grew.

Tiffany propped her chin on her hand and decided this couldn’t go on. She resolved to take matters into her own hands. That evening, she clung to Richard’s arm, pleading playfully, “Will you come with me?”

Richard asked, “Where to?”

Tiffany replied, “For a walk.”

Richard chuckled, tapping her on the nose. “Little liar.”

Although he teased her, he was already getting out of bed, dressing leisurely. He held out his hand to her with a smile. “Let’s go.”

“You’re the best!” Tiffany didn’t miss the chance to butter him up.

The night was pitch black, with no moon or stars in the sky.

Above Royal Bay, two figures shot through the air like meteors, swift and silent.

Faint voices could be heard carried on the wind.

“The night view is beautiful!”