Tiffany laughed. “Mr. Lester, be confident! What if it becomes a blockbuster? This isn't just about investment for me.” She genuinely wanted to help him; otherwise, she wouldn't have given him the script.

After a moment, Harold agreed. “Alright, thank you, Miss Kelley.” He paused. “May I ask why you’re helping me?”

Tiffany’s reply was unexpected. “Because I once hoped someone would help me.”

Harold was stunned. His heart ached; Tiffany’s voice held a weariness beyond her years. He understood; he’d faced countless rejections from investors. Only his old friend, Oliver, had offered help, but Harold, unwilling to burden him with this risky project, had pretended to secure investment elsewhere. Tiffany’s help solved everything.

After the call, Tiffany instructed StarRise Entertainment to transfer start-up funds to Harold. Even after transferring tens of millions, her accounts remained comfortably full, thanks to the considerable income from Miracle Healer. Sean and the Moody Group were experiencing varying degrees of success and failure, but Tiffany was firmly in the black. It was time to pursue another venture.

She rubbed her chin. Medicinal herbs were scarce, and her mother, Thalia, suffered increasingly frequent headaches, unresponsive to treatment. Acupuncture alone wasn't enough; she needed specific herbs. Tiffany decided to take a week's leave, telling her family she was studying. Charlie and Thalia believed her, but Eric texted: “[Are you going to Royal Bay? There’s a great tiger there. Tell it I miss it.]”

Tiffany rolled her eyes. What’s he thinking? Did I say I’m going? And why is he so eager to see me there? He should be stopping me, right?

She left school. Zoe, seeing Tiffany depart, asked anxiously, “Tiffany, where are you going?”

“Misty Ridge.”

Zoe was dumbfounded. “Isn’t that far?” It was; remote, mountainous, and dangerous, prone to miasma, unpredictable weather, and getting lost. Tiffany had never been, but a vital herb grew only there. Finding it would cure Thalia and yield a life-extending, beauty-enhancing medicine of immense value.

Zoe, knowing she couldn't help, worriedly said, “It’s too dangerous.”

Tiffany reassured her. “Don't worry. I have someone with me.”

“Good. The donated supplies arrive in two days. I’ll distribute them over the weekend. Does your relative mind?”

Tiffany was momentarily confused, remembering the charity fund she’d set up under a fictitious relative’s name. “No, she won’t object. Be careful and bring extra help.”

“Okay.”

As Tiffany hailed a taxi, a luxury car pulled up. Richard emerged. “Get in.”

Tiffany got in. “Why are you here?” How did he know about my leave?

He said, “I heard someone was abandoning me and running off, so I came.”

Tiffany chuckled. “Aren’t you busy? I’ll be gone for days. Can you leave your company?”

Richard ruffled her hair. “Don’t worry.” His company was far too efficient to collapse in a few days.

Tiffany nodded. “Alright, come with us.”

“Us?” Richard raised an eyebrow. “Who else?”

“Jeremy.” Richard’s expression darkened. “With me here, do you need that gigolo?”

The car's atmosphere turned tense. John, in the front seat, visibly trembled.

Tiffany stroked Richard’s hair, smiling. “I thought you were busy, and Jeremy’s been to Misty Ridge before. He knows the place.”

“John has too,” Richard countered.

John, confused, said, “Huh? When?”

Richard glared. John quickly changed his tune. “Yes! I’ve been there! I know it well!”

Tiffany said, “Oh.” Richard’s face froze. John stifled laughter, feeling sympathy for his boss's predicament.

Under Tiffany’s influence, Jeremy joined them, and they flew to the small town on Richard's private plane.