Tiffany didn't know what happened at Royal Bay after she left. Returning home, she locked herself in her room, spread out a piece of white paper, and began drawing randomly. As she drew, she realized the paper was filled with Richard's name! Discouraged, she recalled her past life: Charlie, enraged, suffered a stroke and was hospitalized; Sandra then removed his oxygen tube, causing his death. Thalia perished in a fire, and her eight-year-old brother was poisoned into silence and beaten senseless. She'd taken the blame for her true love, Kenneth, and served five years in prison, only to be released to a destroyed family and ultimately killed by Sandra.

Boundless hatred surged within Tiffany as she recalled these events. She mused, "Was it all Sandra? How could she, merely Charlie's niece, surpass Eric and me, orchestrate Charlie's death, and seize the entire Kelley Corporation? How did she swallow all the assets? Even with Charlie's death, Uncle Owen remained. Given his personality, why would he hand the company to Sandra? Unless… there was another mastermind aiming to destroy my family!"

Tiffany's eyes narrowed, killing intent blazing. "No matter who, no matter their motive, I'll find them all! I have a second chance. No matter what powerful figures are behind Sandra, I won't let them go!"

Just then, Eric entered, interrupting her thoughts. "Tiffany, it's time to eat." The killing intent vanished, replaced by her usual faint smile. "Okay," she replied, crumpling the paper and discarding it before going downstairs. She received three calls from Richard but ignored them, eventually turning off her phone.

After dinner, Charlie and Thalia strolled in the garden. Eric offered to play with Tiffany, but she, in a poor mood, sent him away: "Play by yourself. I'm going to sleep." Locking her door, she showered. While drying her hair, she sensed something amiss in her bedroom. Vigilantly, she asked, "Who's there?"

She braced herself for the silver-haired man from days before, but instead, she saw Richard.

Under the warm orange light, the handsome man stood tall and straight. His side profile was sharply defined, exuding an indescribable gentleness. His starry eyes were lowered, long lashes casting shadows on his eyelids. He held the crumpled piece of paper she'd discarded, repeatedly rubbing it—the paper covered in his name.

"Richard?" Tiffany stammered. "Why are you in my room?" She glanced at the window; a gust of wind blew in. She silently acknowledged his acrobatic entry.

Richard looked up. Tiffany, fresh from her bath, was breathtakingly beautiful. Her wet hair cascaded down, her clear eyes filled with displeasure and vigilance. Her cheeks were flushed, and she wore a pink silk nightdress that accentuated her smooth skin.

Richard's gaze fell upon a faint red mark on her neck—a handprint. His eyes darkened; the urge to kill Garry resurfaced. He approached, reaching for the mark. "Does it still hurt?"

Tiffany reacted. "It doesn't hurt." The marks from Garry's attack two days prior had faded considerably, though she usually covered them with makeup.

She stepped back, avoiding his touch. "Anything you want?"

"Yes," Richard replied.

"What?" Tiffany asked.

"I'm here to see you," Richard said.

Tiffany, wanting him gone, retorted, "You've seen me. Leave. I need to rest." Her tone was sharp and angry.

Despite her efforts, Richard remained firm.

"Are you leaving or not?" Tiffany rolled her eyes, losing her temper. "Since you like climbing in windows, why don't you perform? Let me see." She pushed him harder; her silk pajamas ripped, the strap falling off.

Both were stunned. The atmosphere thickened.

"Ah!" Tiffany reacted first, grabbing a coat. Her face burned with embarrassment.

Richard quickly looked away, but Tiffany, furious, kicked him. "You bastard!"

He took the blow silently. His handsome face grew serious. "Okay, I'll take responsibility."

Tiffany gritted her teeth. "Who asked you to be responsible?"

"Then you'll be responsible for me," Richard replied softly, suppressing a smile. "I'm still a blank piece of paper."

Tiffany considered this, realizing his implication of innocence. She almost argued, "I'm just as pure as you!" But she paused, sensing something was wrong.

"Alright, it's late. Go," she said, waiting for him to leave.

Richard raised an eyebrow, a helpless smile playing on his lips. "Don't you want to know anything?"

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