Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

In Morwen's view, the thought of Tiffany dancing was absurd. If she went up there, it would only lead to embarrassment. With this comparison in mind, she wondered if Jeremy would still consider her unattractive. Morwen gritted her teeth, nearly losing her composure under the intense urge to compete.

Tiffany found it somewhat amusing and asked, "Why should I agree?" Asking her to dance like that made it seem as if she were far too easy to dismiss.

"You..." Morwen was momentarily at a loss for words. Fortunately, she hadn't forgotten her purpose for the evening: she held back her anger, choosing not to walk away. Instead, she reached out and grabbed Tiffany's hand.

At that moment, the lights on the cruise went out. Darkness enveloped everything, so dense that even outstretched hands were invisible.

One of the guests erupted in a startled scream. Jeremy reacted instantly, reaching out to grab Tiffany beside him, but his hand met only empty air.

Two minutes later, the lights came back on. The server remained unfazed, carrying trays and moving through the crowd as if nothing bad happened. The atmosphere gradually revived, and the room soon returned to its lively buzz. Tiffany and Morwen were nowhere to be seen. Jeremy's expression turned grim as he immediately searched for them.

At that moment, Tiffany was in a secret room. The space was cramped and empty on all sides, but it was stocked with various tools of the trade associated with control and compliance in intense situations. Tiffany couldn't help but find it amusing, clicking her tongue in surprise. "You're tough on yourself indeed, preparing all these things?" She said, casually picking up a stun device before turning to Morwell Just before the power went out, Morwen had grabbed Tiffany's hand. In an instant, the room plunged into complete darkness; a hidden passage opened beneath their feet, and both fell into the room below.

Morwen had planned it carefully, intending to make her move as soon as they landed. However, Tiffany quickly turned the tables, overpowering her in a single move,

After subduing Morwen, Tiffany immediately removed the bracelet from her wrist. With a gentle pull, it transformed into a whip, and she had bound Morwen tightly in no time.

The bracelet was a gift from Ged. It appeared to be merely an accessory to the untrained eye, but it was a handy weapon when needed.

Tiffany lazily sat in the chair, looking down at Morwen, pinned to the floor. She sneered and asked, "Is this all that Miss Xanthus is capable of?"

Morwen's face alternated between pale and flushed, but she was confident enough to fire back coldly, "Tiffany Kelley, what are you so proud of? Do you think you won't be begging me later?"

"Oh! So confident!" Tiffany asked.

"Of course!" Morwen replied with a sneer. "Everyone on this cruise is under my command. Do you think you can escape? Just one word from me, the ship will be set on fire. If you want to die, we can both go together!" She spoke with a face full of certainty. Morwen acknowledged that she wasn't a match for Tiffany regarding physical strength, but she had come fully prepared for this moment. When the ship caught fire, a helicopter would rescue her.

However, Tillany would have only two choices-either stay in the flames and burn to death or push through the fire and

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jump into the river.

However, for someone like Tiffany, who couldn't swim, jumping in would be as good as seeking death. Dare to threaten me?' Morwen though, smiling smugly.

"I suggest you release me now," Morwen said. "As long as I'm in a good mood, I won't hold it against you. Who knows, I might even be willing to spare your life."

"It seems I overestimated you, Tiffany said indifferently. "Turns out you're not just acting smart, but completely foolish!- Fine, since you're so confident, go ahead and have someone start the fire. With that, Tiffany opened the door.

As expected, several of Morwen's subordinates were waiting outde, having been strategically placed in advance. The moment the door opened, they rushed forward at the

sight of Tiffany, only to be knocked back with a punch from her. In a matter of seconds, she sent several of them flying

Seizing the opportunity, Morwen immediately shouted, "Set the fire! Make the ship burn, hurry!"

One of the subordinates immediately rushed off to carry out the order. However, a few minutes later, the subordinate returned with a long face, shouting, "Miss Xanthus, it's bad! For some unknown reason, the gasoline was sabotaged and leaked out. There's only one barrel left!"

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Morwen abruptly turned to Tiffany and asked, "It was you. But how did you know I had barrels of gasoline hidden in the warehouse?" Tiffany yawned lazily. "Your schemings are written all over your face. Did you think I needed to guess?" she said.

Morwen was speechless, her face turning ashen. She shouted, no longer caring about anything else, "One barrel is enough set it on fire!

"Well..." The subordinate hesitated. The cruise ship was too large, and that one gasoline barrel was far too small. If they set it on fire, the flames would be quickly extinguished, and it wouldn't have much of a deterrent effect.

"What are you standing there for? Go!" Morwen yelled, and the subordinate, not daring to delay any longer, gritted his teeth and hurriedly went to carry out the order.

The situation amused Tiffany. Just then, one of the subordinates in the crowd seemed to find the perfect moment. With a pull of the trigger, a bullet flew toward Tiffany,

She swiftly dodged, and in a fluid motion, her dagger flew from her hand, striking the arm of the subordinate with pinpoint accuracy. A scream of agony echoed through the room.

Tiffany's expression remained cold as she spoke, "Enough of these. All of you, get out."Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

No one moved. The subordinates still had their guns aimed at Tiffany.

Without another word, Tiffany thrust the stun device into Morwen's body. A piercing scream erupted, echoing through the room, each repetition more chilling than the last.

Tiffany didn't even blink. To everyone watching, her fierce demeanor was nothing short of that of a devil-slaying everything that came across her, a formidable force on the verge of chaos. "Do I need to repeat myself a third time?" she asked coldly. Tiffany sneered, and with a swift motion, the stun device descended once more onto Morwen. Another agonizing scream followed.

Morwen had initially prepared these devices for Tiffany. She had planned everything to the finest detall but failed to anticipate their vast differences. In the end, despite all her schemes, she was helplessly overpowered and beaten by Tiffany. 14:25 Sat, Nov 23 ti.

Now, all these weapons had ended up in Tiffany's hands. Upon seeing the scene unfold, the subordinates no longer dared to stay. In a panic, they hurriedly retreated.

Tiffany extended her hand, pointing at the man who had attempted the ambush, and lazily said, "Give me back my dagger.

The man's expression froze, unwilling to comply. But under Tiffany's threatening gaze, he gritted his teeth in pain and reluctantly pulled the dagger from his arm.. "That's more like it." Tiffany took the knife, casually wiping the blood from it.

Once the subordinates had all retreated, Morwen kept backing away. "What do you think you're doing? I warn you, I'ma royal Saintess! You can't lay a finger on me!" In response. Tiffany slapped Morwen and sneered. "Do you even know who I am?" she asked,