The scene before Tiffany was breathtakingly beautiful. Jeremy, with his tanned skin and powerful muscles, exuded explosive strength. His wet hair dripped, framing a clean, refined, and expressionless face. He wasn't handsome, possessing only an ordinary appearance; however, his brown eyes were intense and bright, inscrutable.

The servant behind Tiffany had already retreated, leaving only Tiffany and Jeremy in the room. Unfazed by Jeremy's post-shower state, Tiffany whistled, a roguish grin spreading across her face. Her smile was frivolous and unrestrained; she was both mischievous and captivating. Jeremy remained impassive, almost nonchalant. He ignored her and calmly dressed.

Inadvertently, Tiffany glimpsed the hideous scars marring his back, hinting at a dangerous past. No one knew Jeremy's origins. Various factions sought him relentlessly, willing to do anything to eliminate him. Therefore, his name was an alias; perhaps his appearance was as well.

Tiffany entered, asking casually, "Are you comfortable here?"

"Yeah," Jeremy replied indifferently. He could adapt anywhere, paradise or hell.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you curious about my identity?"

"I am." She hadn't lowered her voice, and despite her disguised appearance, Jeremy recognized her. Previously, she was Tiffany Kelley; now, she was known as the Miracle Healer.

Jeremy asked, "Why should I be curious?"

She didn't hide her secrets from him; likewise, he was shrouded in mystery. Tiffany knew this yet never pressed or probed. Initially, she'd asked him to stay to repay her kindness, but in reality, it provided him protection.

Jeremy said calmly, "Keeping me might bring you trouble. Aren't you afraid?"

"Don't think about such nonsense. As long as you're my subordinate, I'll protect you to the end." Tiffany smiled. "But until then, you protect me first."

Jeremy paused. Tiffany's altered appearance was unremarkable, but her smile revealed a faint disdain, an arrogant confidence, the unique aura of someone in a superior position. She firmly believed she would one day reach the pinnacle, surpassing all obstacles. This was her ambition and unwavering confidence.

After a moment, Jeremy nodded, his taciturn nature leading him to simply say, "Okay." It was a sacred promise.

Tiffany beamed. "Enough of that. I've sent you food and clothes. Tell the servants if you need anything."

"Yeah."

The sound of a car engine came from downstairs. Tiffany, a multi-millionaire businesswoman, wouldn't mistreat her subordinates. She'd sent high-end men's clothing and perfume. Jeremy's eyelids twitched. Do I look like I need this? he thought.

Even the servants were astonished by Tiffany's generosity. Oh my, is this Luna Villa's treatment of bodyguards? He's like a kept gigolo! they mused.

Tiffany, unconcerned with others' opinions, reveled in her spending. Two lucrative deals with Treasure Tower had yielded enormous profits. Initially, she intended to subsidize the company, but with debts repaid and collaborations flourishing, her income far outpaced her spending. Her family, fearing she’d impoverish herself, often secretly sent her money. This wealth, while enviable, felt overwhelming. Now, as a boss, she delighted in her spending power. "What else should I buy?" she mused.

Before she could decide, another car, a luxury model worth at least two million dollars with a unique license plate, signifying extraordinary status, arrived. It belonged to the Hampton family.

Tiffany was startled. The car stopped, and a ten-year-old boy, Evan, leaped out, waving and shouting, "Miss Wood!" He’d recovered. Tiffany had given him her address, inviting him to visit. Now, he arrived with his uncle, Richard.

Richard emerged, tall and impeccably handsome. His side profile was perfect, radiating a forbidden, aloof aura. His deep brown eyes, shimmering like starlight, were unfathomable.

Tiffany smiled faintly. "Mr. Hampton, what brings you here?"

Evan piped up, "Miss Wood, I brought Uncle. I missed you, and I brought a gift!"

The driver retrieved gift boxes; Richard took them and personally handed them to Tiffany, his gaze sweeping from her to Jeremy. "It seems we've arrived at an inopportune moment." He alluded to the men's clothing and supplies.

Tiffany quickly gestured. "No, please come in, Mr. Hampton."

Richard entered, followed by Evan. The servants were awestruck; they'd only seen photos of Richard, a god-like figure. They served coffee and snacks diligently. The brand managers delivering the goods were nervous at Richard's presence.

Tiffany was about to pay when the manager approached Richard, bowing. "Mr. Hampton."

Tiffany blinked. What a coincidence! Is this store also his?

Richard said casually, "No need. We're friends."

The manager, relieved, left. Tiffany wanted to stop him, but Richard’s casual dismissal left her speechless.

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