Tiffany’s tone and attitude were incredibly arrogant. Everyone was shocked by her words. The servant closest to Tiffany, fearing for her safety, quickly lowered her voice and explained, “That’s Wendy Trujillo, daughter of the Trujillo family in Traron City. She’s been pursuing Mr. Hampton, hoping to marry him. She heard of Hampton’s return and rushed over.”

Tiffany understood. Wendy had apparently dressed up and hurried over, only to arrive too late and miss Richard, venting her frustration on the servant. Seeing Tiffany living there ignited Wendy’s jealousy.

Tiffany gave the servant a reassuring look and slowly approached Wendy. Standing before her, she looked down and asked with a light, charming smile, “Can I help you?” Her every move and smile radiated stunning beauty. Wendy found her gaze piercing and, impulsively, reached out to scratch Tiffany’s face.

Tiffany caught Wendy’s hand mid-air. Her strength was immense; Wendy was unable to move. Shocked, Wendy stared at the calmly smiling girl. “Do you know what happened to the last person who tried to scratch my face? She disfigured herself,” Tiffany said, then grabbed Wendy’s hand and slapped her.

“Ah!” Wendy screamed, stunned. “You dare to hit me?”

Tiffany shrugged innocently. “Who hit you? You did it yourself. I couldn’t stop you even if I wanted to.”

Furious, Wendy spat, “B*tch, you’re shameless!”

“What? You want to hit yourself again?” Tiffany’s voice rose. She grabbed Wendy’s hand and slapped her again, adding, “You’re ruthless! You even beat yourself up!”

The servants couldn’t help but laugh with relief. Tiffany continued to subdue Wendy until she was silenced. Two slaps left Wendy’s face red and swollen, fueling her rage. However, a luxurious car arrived, bringing Richard.

Wendy saw him as a savior, rushing towards him, crying, “Richard, look! That b*tch dared to slap me…” Years hadn't dimmed her fascination with the noble, mysterious man. She expected sympathy, but his subordinates stopped her before she could reach him.

“Richard…” Wendy cried anxiously.

He finally looked at her, his gaze sharp and cold. “Do you want to die?” he said, his voice low and chilling.

Wendy paled and recoiled. Richard then went straight to Tiffany. “Did she touch you?” he asked, his voice low but laced with anxiety. If Tiffany had nodded, he likely would have killed Wendy.

“No,” Tiffany said, shaking her head. Her usual fierceness was gone. She punched his chest and whined, “Richard, why are you back?”

The corners of Richard’s mouth twitched. He placed his hand on her forehead. Tiffany burst into laughter.

“It’s so fun,” she said.

“Little drama queen,” Richard replied, his cold gaze softening.

The servants had expected Tiffany to be reprimanded, given Wendy’s family’s influence. They anticipated Tiffany would apologize. Instead, Richard seemed ready to kill anyone who touched a hair on Tiffany’s head. He was extremely protective; in his eyes, Tiffany was always right. The Trujillo family held little sway against him.

Seeing Wendy’s heartbroken expression, Richard coldly commanded, “Why aren’t you leaving?” Wendy, crying, departed reluctantly. Richard then arranged for extra bodyguards and forbade outsiders from entering. His year-round absence had emboldened Wendy; now, the servants understood their place.

Tiffany rubbed her stomach. “Hey, I’m hungry.”

Richard smiled. “What do you want to eat?”

“Barbecue?” Tiffany suggested, realizing it was too early. Before she could change her mind, the servants arranged it. Soon, a grill was set up, and skewers were prepared. Tiffany ate heartily under a parasol.

“Do you want to try it?” she asked, offering Richard a skewer. He took it and surprisingly enjoyed it.

Night fell. After a satisfying meal, Richard suggested, “Want to go for a walk? Traron City’s night scenery is beautiful.”

“Okay!”

They strolled along a beach. Tiffany stopped and asked, “What’s your relationship with Wendy?” She’d been wanting to ask.

Richard responded bluntly, “I was in Traron City two years ago. I vaguely remember seeing her once. We didn't interact, but Wendy overestimated her charm.” He couldn't even recall her name.

Tiffany nodded; it was as she expected. Richard, sensing her disbelief, added, with a hint of grievance in his tone, "I don't even remember her name."

Tiffany’s heart fluttered. Who could resist Richard’s blend of ruthlessness and cuteness?

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