Tiffany looked aggrieved, her expression unexpectedly cute. Richard felt like laughing. He knew the source of her upset, so he took another sip of his drink and asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

"You win!" Tiffany thought.

She turned away. "It's nothing. Hurry up and drink. Then leave."

"So heartless?"

Richard suppressed his laughter and sighed. Seeing her packed suitcase, he raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

"Traron City."

It wasn't a secret, so Tiffany casually replied, "About a week." Then, a sly smile curved her lips. "I'm not home, meaning no one can bother climbing my window."

Cherish what you have. Let them watch eagerly! Hmph! Tiffany thought.

Before she could gloat, Richard exclaimed, "What a coincidence! I'm going to Traron City, too."

"Really?" Tiffany looked doubtful. "You're lying."

"Really," Richard said, nodding seriously.

"When are you leaving?"

"In two days, I guess. We'll see," Richard said casually. "What about you?"

"The day after tomorrow."

"Oh" Richard calmly finished his coffee, silently noting the information.

Later, he told Tyrone, "Go to Traron City the day after tomorrow. Put aside everything else."

Unimportant things? Tyrone thought, stunned. A major launch was scheduled for next week, and the Sci-Tech Tower 9 project was entering R&D! He was confused by Richard's sudden trip, but replied respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Hampton."

Even Sidney was surprised. After a moment, however, he smirked. "Mr. Hampton will follow Tiffany to the ends of the earth," he said.

Tyrone understood. So that's it!

Two days passed quickly. The day arrived, the weather clear and the wind gentle. Tiffany said goodbye to her parents and younger brother before heading to the airport, first stopping at Philip's school to pick him up. It was early, so she wasn't rushed.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Philip's villa. The door was ajar; he must have been waiting. She entered to find him chatting happily with someone – Richard.

Tiffany rubbed her eyes, thinking she was mistaken. Before she could speak, Philip saw her and excitedly introduced them. "Mr. Hampton, this is my disciple! My future successor!" His pride was evident.

Philip, new to Lovell City, was unaware of Tiffany's relationship with Richard, or the rumors surrounding her. Tiffany played along, smiling politely. "Hello, Mr. Hampton. I've heard a lot about you."

"Miss Kelley," Richard replied mysteriously.

They shook hands. Tiffany felt a scratch; an itch. Her perfect smile faltered. She saw a hint of mockery in Richard's cold eyes. She subtly scratched back. Their brief, unspoken confrontation was hidden behind polite appearances, unnoticed by Philip, who remained cheerfully oblivious.

It was almost time for their flight. Philip mentioned they were traveling together as they were going the same way. Why not Richard's private jet?

Half an hour later, they were airborne. Philip soon fell asleep, leaving Tiffany and Richard alone in the luxurious private jet's resting cabin. Sipping her drink, Tiffany teased, "Mr. Hampton, are you that free?"

Richard leaned back. "How many times must I tell you to call me Richard?"

Tiffany smiled brightly. "If I call you once, will you answer?" Without waiting, she called out sweetly, in a childish, coquettish voice she rarely used, "Richard"

Richard's composure vanished. Who could resist that?, he thought.

Seeing his surprised, slightly embarrassed expression, Tiffany burst into laughter. He's shy! she thought. The contrast was amusing.

In the corner, Tyrone was stunned. Richard's speechless! Tiffany's laughing hysterically!

Finally, Richard said, without turning, "Get out."

Tyrone quickly and discreetly left, closing the curtain.

Tiffany, thinking he was embarrassed and wanted her to leave, began to rise, but then Richard quickly moved, pulling her back down into his arms.

"You you" she stammered, in a surprisingly meek tone, "Beat me gently! Do you hear me?"

Richard was both amused and angry. Was he the type to beat her? He was. Without a word, he slapped her playfully. "Other than me, have you ever acted coquettishly with other men?"

"Yes, just one," Tiffany admitted honestly.

Richard's face darkened.

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