When Tiffany spoke, a faint smile still played on her lips. Her tone was casual, as if Hannah were insignificant, someone she could crush with a finger. Outsiders saw her attitude as simply arrogant.

Hannah, furious, sneered. “Where did this country bumpkin come from? How dare you speak to me like that? Throw her out!”

The servants were hesitant. Even though Hannah was from the Hampton family, and her status surpassed the other guests, this wasn't her house. They'd addressed her as Ms. Hampton out of respect; she had no authority here.

Seeing the servants' hesitation, Hannah gritted her teeth and ordered her bodyguards. “Teach her a lesson. Let's see if she dares be so arrogant again.”

The bodyguards nodded, “Yes,” and approached Tiffany, their large frames intimidating. They cracked their necks and knuckles, creating a menacing atmosphere. Timid onlookers might have wept.

Someone whispered, pointing at Tiffany, “Where did she come from? Why is she dressed like that? She's so rude! She offended Ms. Hampton the moment she arrived. She'll pay the price.”

The bodyguards advanced, their fists cracking ominously. They lunged to grab Tiffany, intending to throw her out. Hannah reveled in anticipation of Tiffany's humiliating fall.

However, a scream echoed. Not Tiffany, but the two bodyguards, lay sprawled on the ground. The villa's floor seemed to tremble. A collective gasp filled the air.

Tiffany, unfazed, brushed nonexistent dust from her clothes. “These bodyguards are so weak. Their muscles are for show, right?”

Silence descended. The nearest servants' knees nearly buckled. They'd witnessed Tiffany effortlessly kick away the bodyguards before they even grazed her clothing.

Powerful strength and ruthless efficiency! Despite her slender frame and delicate appearance, she was a formidable fighter.

Hannah stammered, “You…”

Tiffany smirked, approaching Hannah. “You didn't think I was joking, did you?”

Hannah, realizing Tiffany's threat was genuine, glared, “How dare you!”

Before she could finish, a stinging slap landed on her face. Stunned silence fell over the guests.

Tiffany's swift action against the bodyguards was one thing, but Hannah was a wealthy young lady. A graceful exit would have been wiser. Who would be foolish enough to provoke the Hamptons? Yet Tiffany attacked, disregarding Hannah's status and the potential consequences. What a ruthless person!

A servant discreetly ran into the villa. Evan emerged to find Hannah disheveled, a bright red handprint on her face.

Hannah screamed, “Evan, get this b**** out of here!”

Before she finished, Tiffany kicked her into the pool. “Your mouth is so dirty. Go wash it.”

A splash, then silence. The guests had seen Tiffany's arrogance, but not this. Kicking Hannah into the pool in front of Evan, her nephew, was appalling. This was terrible; Evan would surely confront Tiffany. They'd seen rudeness, but nothing this outrageous. All eyes turned to Evan.

However, Evan ignored the struggling Hannah, rushing to Tiffany. “Miss Wood, you’re so beautiful!”

Everyone was dumbfounded. Hannah, resurfacing, heard this and sank back in anger.

Tiffany stroked Evan's head. “I’m sorry I’m late. As compensation, you can come to Luna Villa another day. I’ll take you fruit picking.”

Her arrogance was evident; she only had time for those she chose. Her words sparked curiosity about Tiffany's background. Even Evan, Richard’s nephew, commanded respect; no one dared speak so boldly. Whispers of Luna Villa led to an exclamation: "It's the Miracle Healer! Legend says she cures any poison, extends life with a single pill!”

This created a stir. Evan's coma had been incurable, even by Asclepius. His complete recovery was no coincidence. Rumors had spread; the Miracle Healer, long absent, had returned and cured him.

The guests' perception of Tiffany shifted instantly. Evan, however, remained cheerful, taking Tiffany's hand. “Miss Wood, I have a gift for you too. Let's go!”

“Sure,” Tiffany replied. They left, leaving a soaked, distraught Hannah. She'd expected support, but received none.

The conversation shifted from Tiffany's rudeness to the possibility of her being the Miracle Healer. Hannah, meanwhile, was left to ponder what she'd missed while struggling in the pool.