Chapter 333

The girls had expected a beating, but were surprised when Tiffany simply waved her hand and settled back on her swing, saying only, "Just don't disturb me." The girls fled immediately.

In their haste, they didn't notice Kenneth, a young man in a hat, walking past. He'd overheard their entire conversation. He usually didn't care about anything, let alone Tiffany, but his name had been mentioned, implicating him.

Initially, he'd thought Tiffany, with her fiery personality, would retaliate. Instead, she merely called them stupid. Kenneth almost laughed, but remembering Tiffany's habit of calling him a retard, he refrained. He mocked himself.

Just as he turned, he bumped into a little girl carrying a flower basket. She stumbled, dropping the basket and its beautiful pink roses into the sand. Seeing the soiled flowers, she began to cry.

Kenneth quickly offered her money. "I'll buy them. Don't cry, okay?"

"Okay," she replied, immediately smiling through her tears as she took the banknote. Her rapid change of expression made Kenneth suspect he'd been scammed.

He'd paid for the flowers, but carrying them was inconvenient. As he was leaving, the girl stopped him. "Sir, your flowers," she said in a childish voice.

"I don't need them," Kenneth replied.

"That won't do," she insisted. "Since you paid, they belong to you. If you don't take them, I can't take your money!"

Kenneth, seeing the sense in her words, pointed toward Tiffany. "Then send them to that lady."

"Will do." The little girl ran off with the basket.

Tiffany was dumbfounded upon receiving the flowers. Looking around the beach—at the other people playing and barbecuing—she saw no one else. "Little girl, who asked you to send me this?"

"A young man," the girl replied, looking back to see that the slender figure had vanished. She described him as "a very good-looking young man. He looks a little shy."

Tiffany had no idea who she meant. She didn't want the flowers, but the little girl insisted, "Miss, please take them! Please! This way, I can sell another basket!"

Tiffany found the girl adorable and, unsure how to react, simply rubbed her braids and placed the basket on the swing.

"Thank you, miss!" The little girl happily ran off.

Kenneth hid behind a grill, only daring to peek out after a long time. He immediately regretted his impulsive decision, sure he'd be mortified if Tiffany found out. He despised himself, yet a tiny sliver of hope remained that she might be pleased.

With this perturbed thought, he pulled down his hat brim, stood, and looked toward Tiffany's swing. The sunset was beautiful, the waves gently lapping the shore, but the slender figure was gone. The basket of pink roses sat alone, uncared for.

Kenneth was stunned. His joy vanished. Tiffany had long forgotten the unexpected gift.

Upon returning to the restaurant from the beach, she found her father already talking with Owen. A waiter led her to a third-floor private room with an excellent view of the bustling scene below. She was about to order when a commotion erupted on the first floor. Customers were complaining about finding bugs in their food and demanding compensation, threatening exposure.

The cheerful atmosphere was shattered. Tiffany watched from the railing as Owen and her father tried to appease the angry customers, offering to cover the bill, but to no avail. Tiffany suspected they'd been hired to cause trouble, a testament to the jealousy in the world.

She then recognized the group—the same people Jordan had paid to surround her after Sandra's provocation. She'd beaten them soundly at school. Finding their audacity hilarious, she headed downstairs.

Seeing her, Charlie waved her back. "As a girl, you shouldn't get involved. Owen and I will handle it."

Ignoring him, Tiffany grabbed one of the men's hair. "Hey, what a coincidence, buddy," she said with a smile.

The man, hearing the familiar—and nightmarish—voice, froze. Turning, he saw Tiffany's face. "Tiffany, why are you here haha, what a coincidence" He forced a hideous smile.

Tiffany slapped him. "It's my uncle's big day. How dare you cause trouble here, retard?"

The man stammered, "I wouldn't dare! I didn't know you'd be here. It's a misunderstanding" Seeing her sinister gaze, he quickly changed his tune. "But of course, we shouldn't disturb you. We'll leave right away"

"What about that bug?" Tiffany asked.

The man, forced to confess, loudly admitted, "We planted the bug to extort money."

The other diners heard him clearly. "Tiffany, can we leave now?"

"You haven't paid for your food yet," Tiffany replied. "Dine and dash?"

"We'll pay! We'll pay right away!"

The forced card swipe broke the man's spirit. It was the most humiliating extortion of their lives. They'd gained nothing, only paying around a thousand dollars for their meal. The leader thought, If I'd known this devil would be here, I wouldn't have ordered those expensive dishes!

After payment, Tiffany mercifully let them go, warning, "I hope this won't happen again."

The leader, close to tears, knew he wouldn't dare repeat his actions, but nonetheless nodded, "Understood!"

He then fled with his men, as if pursued, fearing another thousand-dollar loss.