June claimed to understand Tiffany, but she didn't understand either of them very well recently. Tiffany seemed willful and unorganized, but she had her own plans and methods. June, however, was a very professional and qualified assistant. The moment she received the message, she immediately replied, "Yes, Miss."

Meanwhile, at the Lee villa, Comer sent several invitations to the Medicine Healer, all of which were rejected. If he hadn't been afraid of offending the Medicine Healer—especially since even Richard had invited them for a consultation—Comer would have lost his temper. He felt ignored. Is she looking down on me?

The moment Comer got angry, he started coughing violently. The butler quickly brought medicine and water, advising, "Sir, don't be angry. It will hurt your liver."

Conner restrained his anger. After taking the medicine and water, he felt a bit better. At that moment, the butler received a call and was stunned. He turned to Conner, surprised. "Sir, the Medicine Healer said they'll visit you at the end of this month!"

"Really?" Conner was overjoyed. He laughed out loud, his eyes shining with excitement. "Pass down the order! Prepare in advance! When the time comes, no one is allowed to mess up. We must treat them well!"

"Yes!" the butler replied.

Conner had invited the Medicine Healer to extend his life, so he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Last night, Tiffany had been thrown out of the office by the instructor. Today, she received cruel and inhumane training; it felt like hell. The others, exhausted from yesterday, didn't get up for training this morning. Only Tiffany was punctual. As a result, after a short morning, Tiffany sustained many injuries, but she also grew rapidly.

The instructor, hands behind his back, observed Tiffany's disheveled appearance. Even so, she was stunning. Her black hair was pulled high, with a few strands clinging to her forehead, making her look even more messy and unruly. Her eyes were shockingly bright, like a cheetah ready to pounce—sharp and indifferent.

Even though she was slender, she was strong and had good stamina. The instructor was gratified. A smile finally appeared on his stern face. "Not bad." He retracted the smile, his voice colder. "But it's not enough. Continue. Treat each battle as a life-or-death struggle with your enemy. You must constantly strengthen yourself on the verge of life and death and break through your limits! Get up! Go on!" He shouted coldly, his voice like a whip.

After fighting nonstop all morning, Tiffany was sweating, filled with pain and fatigue. However, when she heard the instructor's reprimand, she immediately pushed herself up. Her eyes held a depth others couldn't understand.

Tiffany was stunned. An image suddenly popped into her memory. Two years ago, before falling out with her master, she had casually said she wanted to use the world's best materials to make the sharpest knife. Because Kenneth disliked rough girls, she had hidden her fiery side, trying to be a gentle and gracious socialite. However, someone had taken her offhand remark to heart and created the knife for her. She hadn't expected to receive it this way…

Tiffany's hands trembled. The next second, she rushed out of the dormitory. In the hallway, Sandra was shocked by Tiffany's almost demonic expression and instinctively stepped aside to avoid her.

Tiffany disregarded those who unintentionally witnessed her. At that moment, only one thought filled her mind: the master she'd been searching for, a father and friend, had hidden his identity and changed his appearance to accompany her for two months!

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