Sandra swallowed her fear, trying to sound calm. "Stop bluffing. I don't believe you."

"Then wait and see," Tiffany replied, flashing a sinister smile.

Sandra shuddered. Tiffany had changed so much. The Tiffany she knew was easily manipulated, but this was someone completely different.

Fearing Tiffany might kill her, Sandra nervously glanced at the door, hoping Kenneth would enter.

Tiffany noticed. "What's wrong? Waiting for Kenneth so you can play the victim?"

Sandra's face paled. Tiffany had hit the nail on the head.

Tiffany released her, casually wiping her hands with a tissue, a mocking smile on her lips. "If you think someone as weak as Kenneth can protect you, you're even more foolish than I thought. The Harper family will never accept you."

Tiffany left, leaving Sandra fuming. As much as she hated to admit it, Tiffany was right. The Harpers would never accept her; she was just a lower-class girl, unworthy of Kenneth. But if she got pregnant with Kenneth's child, they'd have no choice. She made up her mind: she would have Kenneth's baby.

At the hospital entrance, Kenneth, carrying breakfast, was about to head upstairs when he saw a familiar face. He approached, smiling. "Mr. Foster, long time no see. I heard your company's been facing troubles. If you need help, I'd be happy to assist."

Young though he was, Kenneth had been Ryan's protégé since his teens, learning the business directly from his father. He saw Caleb as a creative genius who could greatly enhance their company. With Caleb's company bankrupt and him struggling to find money for his sick daughter, Kenneth believed his offer would be a godsend.

"No need. Our crisis has been resolved, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Harper." Caleb smiled politely and walked away.

Caleb saw Kenneth as just another opportunist, waiting to exploit his misfortune. This offer of help was a calculated move for personal gain.

In stark contrast, Tiffany had given him one million two hundred thousand dollars without negotiation. She offered the best possible terms and left without demanding anything beyond a phone call. She didn't even leave her name.

Thinking of this, Caleb decided to call Tiffany. Before he could, he ran into her at the elevator.

"Hi, I was just about to contact you!" Caleb exclaimed. "The contract is ready. When can you sign?"

Tiffany glanced at her watch. "There's a café nearby. Let's go there."

"Sounds good."

Once seated, Tiffany casually inquired about his daughter's health. Caleb explained the surgery had gone well, and she'd be home in a couple of days. Tiffany nodded, asking nothing further. She signed the contract without even looking at it.

Caleb sighed. "You should at least look at the contract. You could easily be scammed."

Tiffany smiled. "If I had doubts, I wouldn't be working with you. I trust you. But keep this under wraps. Don't mention I'm behind the deal. Even if we run into each other, act like strangers. Got it?"

The one million two hundred thousand dollars came from Stan, a secret Tiffany preferred to keep.

"Understood," Caleb replied. He was proving to be an ideal business partner—efficient and without unnecessary questions. He smiled. "By the way, what's your name?"

Caleb felt helpless. He knew nothing about this young woman, yet she seemed to know quite a bit about him.

"Tiffany Kelley," she said simply. Standing to leave, she added, "I have to go. If you need anything, call me, Mr. Foster."

"Alright, sure," Caleb responded, flustered.

Only after Tiffany left did Caleb take a sharp breath. In Lovell City, Tiffany's name was well-known, mostly due to her publicized engagement drama with Kenneth. Rumors portrayed her as a hopeless romantic, chasing a man uninterested, making her the butt of many jokes. These stories had tarnished her reputation.

Caleb remembered hearing people mock Tiffany, ridiculing her as an airhead who'd throw away her dignity for a man.

But the Tiffany he'd met was elegant, confident, and stunningly beautiful—outshining even her father, Charlie.

"Gossip can't be trusted," he muttered.

When Tiffany returned home, she found Stan and Selena at the entrance, bags packed, hoping for a last-minute reprieve from Charlie. The staff looked conflicted. When they saw Tiffany, one called out, "Miss Kelley!"

"I'll handle this. You can go," Tiffany said calmly.

"Thank you, Miss Kelley!" The staff hurried away.

Tiffany turned to Stan and Selena. With a cool smile, she asked, "Stan, do you feel no guilt? You arranged for me to be kidnapped, and now, instead of apologizing, you're focused on getting back in my father's good graces?"

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