Caught off guard, Sandra didn't even have time to disguise herself; her thoughts and the viciousness in her eyes were laid bare before Tiffany.
Unexpectedly, Tiffany remained unsurprised. It was as if she had seen through Sandra's plans. She wasn't angry; she even smiled—a flirtatious, malevolent smile.
Sandra immediately looked away, overwhelmed by an indescribable panic.
Twenty minutes passed quickly. Tiffany stood, stretched, and said lazily, "It's getting late. If you don't want to spend the night here, let's continue."
Everyone, long impatient, readily agreed. They shouldered their backpacks and pressed onward. Someone even volunteered to carry Tiffany's pack. "Boss, let me! How can a delicate girl like you do this heavy work?"
The corner of Ged's mouth twitched. They'd seemingly forgotten this "delicate girl" had single-handedly dismantled numerous mechanisms and tamed a tiger in minutes!
Ged, quite pleased with the situation, handed over his backpack and approached Tiffany. "Boss, I'll hold your umbrella!"
Tiffany laughed. "Let's go."
They set off with a flourish. The checkpoints grew increasingly difficult, often leaving them stumped. However, Tiffany's intelligence and agility consistently found loopholes. She gave everyone a chance to contribute while strategically overseeing their efforts.
Under her guidance, the team significantly improved, slicing through each checkpoint with ease, regardless of its difficulty. Following the map, they reached their destination—the peak of the training field—before nightfall. The breathtaking mountain scenery filled them with amazement and accomplishment.
Their team was the fastest and largest to reach the summit, earning them first place. The camp immediately dispatched a pickup team. Their return to the training camp was luxurious: no more walking, instead enjoying the first-place privilege of a helicopter ride.
Other teams were either lagging behind or stuck, and their jealousy was palpable upon hearing of Tiffany's team's success.
Exhausted, Tiffany's team returned to their dormitories to rest, except for Tiffany, who went to her instructor's office. Late into the night, the office lights were on, but the instructor was absent. Tiffany walked in and settled into his chair, casually spinning it.
When the instructor arrived, he was mildly exasperated. "Why are you here? You're even in my seat."
His tone was less strict than usual, tinged with a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
Tiffany calmly replaced a file on his desk, remaining seated. "Sir," she said directly, "I don't believe the tiger's release today was accidental."
Tiffany suspected Sandra, but doubted she could orchestrate the entire training camp's cooperation. The mastermind must be someone else.
The instructor raised an eyebrow. Instead of the usual investigation pronouncements, he simply stated, "You know, deep down,"—not a question, but a confirmation. He shrugged and continued, "Even if we find out, we won't tell you. So it doesn't matter if you ask. Just do what you need to do." The words resonated with Tiffany.
He was guiding her, mentoring her like an elder. A name suddenly flashed in Tiffany's mind, but before she could fully grasp it, the instructor ejected her from the office.
"Go to sleep. Training tomorrow morning."
Tiffany watched the door slam shut. "Bloody hell. The instructor's strong and cunning!" She straightened her clothes and returned to her dormitory.
Meanwhile, Sandra and Mia remained in the corridor where they had plotted.
Sandra snapped, "Didn't you say it was foolproof? It failed! That bitch will suspect me!"
"How was I to know that girl could tame a tiger? I underestimated her!" Mia was equally frustrated. "What are you worried about? Even if she suspects you, she has no proof. This camp is my territory. She won't find anything!"
Sandra, reassured, remained silent. They exchanged a few more words before Mia left, coincidentally bumping into Tiffany downstairs.
Tiffany raised an eyebrow, a dawning realization in her eyes. Instead of accusations, she smiled and asked, "What a coincidence. Do you live here too?"
Mia, still traumatized by Tiffany's previous assault, was terrified. She guarded her door like a fortress each night, fearing another surprise attack. Despite her fear, she maintained a facade of composure. "Why? Is this your home? If you can be here, so can I."
"Welcome, welcome," Tiffany responded brightly. "Oh, by the way, is the back mountain… all the mountains… yours?"
"Yes, what of it?" Mia answered proudly, unaware of Tiffany's intentions. "It's just a small part of our family's holdings."
"Okay, thanks." Tiffany needed to know the mountain's ownership to proceed with her plans, having discovered a diamond mine. She then went upstairs.
Mia was utterly confused. "Thanks? For what?" She felt she'd blundered, but couldn't figure out how. Frustrated, she glared at Tiffany's back before leaving.
Back in her dormitory, Tiffany discreetly retrieved her phone and sent a message to June: "[Conner, the Lee Group CEO requested a consultation? Accept it.]"
This revised version corrects grammatical errors, improves sentence structure, and enhances clarity and flow. The unnecessary website mentions have also been removed.