Chapter 339

That night was destined to be extraordinary.

The next morning, Tiffany woke with a twitch in her left eyelid—twice. It was said to represent good luck. While unsure if it was true, she was in a good mood.

After breakfast, Tiffany greeted her father in the dining room with a smile. "Good morning, Dad."

"Morning," Charlie replied, startled. "Daughter, do you have a fever? Your face is so red."

Embarrassed, Tiffany touched her face. "Really? I just feel a little warm. I should get going to class!"

She hurried off. The servants, already prepared, had placed her breakfast in the car. One, Mindy, reminded her, "Ms. Kelley, don't forget your breakfast."

"Got it. Thank you, Mindy," Tiffany replied.

The car drove her to school.

The classroom atmosphere was calm; at least, no one dared to criticize Tiffany. However, she found Mark, the boy she'd befriended yesterday, cornered and beaten.

Seeing this, Tiffany intervened, kicking the bullies away. Grabbing the most aggressive one, she said grimly, "Do you have a problem with him? Take it up with me. Why bully someone who can't fight back?"

Her reputation as the school's "devil" was well-earned. The boys, though indignant, reluctantly left. But Tiffany wouldn't let them go so easily. "You think you can just leave? Have you apologized?"

The boys, from the next class, were afraid of Tiffany but unconvinced. "He asked for it!" one insisted. Another added, "He provoked us!"

There seemed to be more to the story.

Tiffany smiled thinly, tugged at her sleeve, and punched each bully. "I'm the most unreasonable person here. Consider this a lesson. Bully someone again, and I'll show you no mercy."

The boys, speechless after the punches, fled.

Mark, in pain, got up from the ground. The boys, fearing repercussions, had avoided his face, focusing their blows on his body. As long as Mark didn't report them, no one would help him. Lovell School, a prestigious institution, housed many students from powerful families who acted with impunity.

Tiffany offered Mark a tissue. "Your nose is bleeding. Wipe it."

"Thank you," Mark said, looking pitiful and timid. "Aren't you going to ask about my dispute with them? It might not be worth helping me blindly…"

Tiffany interrupted. "Tell me about it."

Mark, hesitant at first, recounted the entire story. "The one who hit me hardest asked me to make a drug for him last week—to use on… girls. I refused, so he retaliated."

Tiffany wasn't surprised. In her past life, Mark was a pharmaceutical genius, though his talent wasn't yet widely known. This incident, however, was a repeat of her past life’s events.

Seeing Tiffany's calm reaction, Mark was stunned. "Aren't you surprised? Don't you think I'm scary?"

Tiffany asked, "Why would I think you're scary?"

"My former classmates always talked about me—afraid I'd use my talent to harm them…" Loneliness clouded Mark's eyes.

Tiffany didn't comfort him. She patted his shoulder, and a puff of almost invisible powder appeared from her palm, visible only in the window's refracted light. Mark's skin instantly reddened, an unbearable itch erupting.

"Ugh!" He writhed, but Tiffany instantly neutralized the toxin. She raised an eyebrow. "I made it recently. How's that? Nice?" She'd noticed a rise in unruly students lately. This itching powder wasn't fatal, but it was effective torture.

Mark's jaw dropped. He nodded, eyes wide with admiration and shock. "I want to learn this!"

Tiffany slapped him. "You can't. I didn't say I would teach you."

She hadn't expected this genius to react so intensely. He instantly knelt. "Tiffany, please take me as your disciple!" He now realized Tiffany far surpassed him—a true medicine master.

Tiffany, taken aback, said, "How about this: you work for me. In return, I'll give you pointers."

"Sure!" Mark nodded frantically.

Tiffany chuckled inwardly. Very good. Miracle Healer now has a free laborer…or a new employee. Miracle Healer's influence was growing, making solo work increasingly difficult. She hoped teaching Mark would eventually free her up. Plus, his future contributions to Lovell City would be significant. Miracle Healer had ample resources for his research.

Mark's joy was unrestrained upon Tiffany's agreement. "Alright," she said. "Keep it between us. Don't tell anyone; it'll only make them more afraid of you."

"I understand!" Mark exclaimed, suppressing his excitement.

Tiffany was relieved they were alone in the classroom. Otherwise, his reaction would have made her look foolish.

The day passed quickly, unremarkable except for Melody's absence.