No wonder she found his back so familiar. No wonder he had trained her with harsh methods, even when people called him a devil behind his back. He had intended to make her stronger by staying by her side for a short time.

Tiffany rushed downstairs like a madwoman and ran to Luke's office. As expected, it was empty. She rushed to the next office and asked, red-eyed, "Where's Luke? Where did he go?"

Her aggrieved expression stunned the other instructors. They subconsciously replied, "Luke has resigned. He left half an hour ago."

"Did something happen? You can tell us," one offered.

"No, thanks," Tiffany replied.

She had already expected this. Lowering her head, she wandered the training ground like a lost soul. It was already dark. Because everyone was leaving tomorrow, the ground was deserted. Raising her head, she saw a cold, lonely crescent moon hanging in the cloud-filled night sky. The silver moonlight shone down, making her feel even colder.

Tiffany leaned against the training ground's iron mesh and slowly squatted down, burying her head in her knees. A soft whimper, like an abandoned little beast licking its wounds, escaped her. "Woo…" It held restraint, regret, and an indescribable sadness.

From the moment she accepted the switchblade, James—who had hidden his identity—had silently left. Luke's name, and all his information, were fake. Yet, the switchblade in her hand proved it all happened. James had truly been there, but he left without hesitation.

"Does he still hate me? Or does he just not want to see me for now? Why wouldn't he give me a chance to apologize?" Tiffany choked back tears.

The evening breeze blew gently. After some time, a gentle voice came from beside her: "Hey."

Tiffany thought it was James. She quickly raised her head, her eyes still red and filled with anticipation. But upon seeing the person before her, the light in her eyes flickered and died.

Kenneth's eyes flashed. Perhaps because they were leaving camp tomorrow, he couldn't sleep and wandered the training grounds. Unexpectedly, he found Tiffany squatting in a deserted corner, seemingly crying.

Tiffany's temperament had drastically changed. She was now like a cactus, hurting anyone who approached. Cold and unapproachable, she was stronger than most men. Anyone daring to provoke her would be punished ruthlessly. "There's no way she'd be crying," Kenneth muttered, shaking his head and starting to leave.

However, something in his heart pulled him back to Tiffany. He found himself standing before her. He watched as she raised her head, her expectant eyes losing their light inch by inch, replaced by resistance, disgust, and hatred.

Confused, Kenneth blurted out, "You seem to hate me very much."

"Hate?" Tiffany lowered her head and laughed—a laugh filled with loneliness.

Kenneth frowned. Tiffany slowly stood, the mist in her eyes dissipating, the hatred fading. She looked at Kenneth indifferently, as if he were an insignificant passerby. She brushed past him.

Her voice, soft as the wind, sent a chill down his spine: "I'll kill you if I can."

Kenneth's heart went numb. He turned, watching her slender figure disappear into the darkness, a lone figure hiding in the shadows. Her watery eyes lingered in his mind. He looked down at his hands, asking himself, "Am I such an…asshole? Did I hurt her so much? She even wants to kill me?" He stood there in a daze for a long time.

Hidden in the dark, Sandra watched. Seeing his distraught expression, jealousy twisted her beautiful face. Curious about Tiffany's sudden change, she had followed her. Unexpectedly, the "bitch" had attracted Kenneth's attention! Sandra clenched her fists, her knuckles white.

After a long time, she called Mia, saying with a mocking smile, "I forgot to tell you last time. You should know Mr. Hampton, whom you've been longing for, came to camp the day of the trial, right? Oh, nothing. He came for Tiffany. It has nothing to do with you. Don't believe me? Doesn't matter. Everyone in our team knows. The camp just ordered us not to spread it, so the rumors are small. You can ask anyone." She hung up, took a deep breath, and returned to her dormitory.

Chapter 102

They were leaving camp tomorrow. Whether Tiffany could disappear forever depended on Mia's ability. Sandra smiled coldly.

The next morning, many buses waited at the camp entrance. Everyone had packed their belongings and phones the previous night. They set off early.

Mia was too angry to sleep. She had wanted to get her father's authority before the students left, so she could throw Tiffany off a cliff for "seducing Richard." Unfortunately, her father scolded her and hung up. She vented her anger on her team.

Fortunately, nothing happened during the journey. Upon arriving at Lovell School, Tiffany had June pick her up.

In the car, she asked, "June, do you know my Master came to Lovell City?"

"Did he?" June was shocked. Her expression seemed genuine.

Tiffany nodded. "I saw him at the campsite, but…before I could recognize him, he left. But he gave me this knife." She took out the switchblade and gently sliced a thick book, creating a long cut.

"It's really sharp," June praised, looking intently at Tiffany. "Master has never been so kind to anyone else."

"Exactly," Tiffany said bitterly. "Even though I was so stupid back then."

June comforted her. "This is an improvement. He didn't give up on you. Perhaps he left because he had something to do. Don't worry. You'll definitely meet him again."

Tiffany nodded, her despondency gone. She had more important things to do. She took out clothes and a mask, putting them on. "Let's go to Royal Bay."

The final sentence ("They would be smiled coldly.") appears to be incomplete or a mistake and has been omitted. The repeated section about the departure from camp has also been removed. The spurious website promotion has also been removed.