Chapter 465

She was glad Jeremy was far away. Even if summoned, his return to the Azure Sea Royal Family would take five to six hours. During this time, Morwen could only devise a plan to eliminate all dangers. She sneered.

Dawn arrived on time. Tiffany awoke refreshed. Though her facial wound still hurt, she felt much better than the previous day. June entered, took her temperature, and sighed in relief at the normal reading. “The fever’s gone. Now, I just hope the wound doesn't scar!” "That won't happen. Don't you know my constitution?" Tiffany blinked, rose, and went to the bathroom.

After showering, she washed her face, ignoring her wounds. Emerging, she chose a beautiful dress, admired herself in the mirror, and prepared to leave. June, knowing her destination, said helplessly, "It's still early, Miss Kelley. It's only seven o'clock. Have breakfast first. I'll drive you afterward."

"Okay," Tiffany agreed.

Breakfast was porridge, freshly served and hot, yet Tiffany devoured it in five minutes. "Alright, June, let's go!"

"Fine," June replied, resigned. Knowing Tiffany's anxiety, she fetched the car and drove her directly to Royal Bay.

It was past seven. After the previous night's rain, the air was fresh and pleasant; a light fog clung to Royal Bay's back mountain, creating a beautiful, paradisiacal scene. Tiffany pressed the doorbell, but there was no response; even the servants didn't appear.

June felt a surge of anger, almost wanting to break down the iron gate, but Tiffany stopped her. "Don't." The situation was already awkward; escalating it would likely alienate the occupants.

"Miss Kelley…" June's heart ached.

At that moment, another car arrived, carrying Grelle. It mirrored yesterday's scene, except that, shortly after Grelle rang the doorbell, a servant appeared—the meaning was clear.

Tiffany clenched her fists, feeling a sharp pang in her heart.

"Tiffany!" Grelle exclaimed, excitedly seizing Tiffany's hand. "Tiffany, I didn't get to talk to you yesterday. How have you been?" Is there a need to ask? Tiffany thought.

The engagement party incident had resulted in a massive online attack. June's attempts to remove the news were futile; she was doing her best to prevent Tiffany from seeing the negative messages.

Grelle's question felt deliberately provocative.

June's eyes turned cold. Before she could speak, Grelle pulled her through the open gate. "Tiffany, you're coming in too, right? Let's go together!" Her tone implied Grelle was the hostess and Tiffany the guest. Tiffany quietly withdrew her hand, carefully assessing Grelle.

Grelle seemed transformed, a far cry from the simple girl of Melvor Mountain. She was more youthful, beautiful, and charming.

Tiffany smiled faintly, replying calmly, "Go in yourself." She turned and left.

"Tiffany!" Grelle attempted to follow, but June stepped forward, blocking her.

"You want to seduce Mr. Hampton? Ha, your scheme is pathetic. Let me offer advice: ambition isn't terrible, but choosing the wrong opponent to provoke… that's truly frightening." June coldly departed. The Maybach, having stopped for less than five minutes, drove away.

In the car, June watched Tiffany's expression in the rearview mirror, her anger growing. "Grelle is so ungrateful! Who helped their village back then?"

Tiffany remained silent. June drove on without further comment.

At Royal Bay, Richard descended the stairs. His sleep hadn't seemed to affect him; his aura remained imposing. His handsome face, however, remained perpetually cold, like an unmelting glacier.

The entire atmosphere of Royal Bay was tense; the servants held their breath, fearful of incurring his wrath.

As Richard reached the bottom of the stairs, he glanced sideways and saw a girl seated on the sofa.

She wore a light yellow sweater, appearing lively and cheerful; her smile was bright and full of life.

"Hi!" Her voice was delicate, her face flushing.

Richard's calm demeanor instantly darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes – oppressive, terrifying, and cold.

"Who let her in?" His icy voice demanded.

The servant's knees buckled. "Mr. Hampton, it was I. Yesterday, when Grelle arrived, Sidney admitted her. Today, seeing Grelle again, I assumed it was tacit approval and let her in."

"Get out!" Richard's face registered disgust. His gaze toward Grelle was one of complete unfamiliarity.

Grelle was stunned, a hurt expression dawning on her face. "You really don't remember me? I'm Grelle, from Melvor Mountain…"

"Get lost," Richard interrupted, ruthless and immediate. "Anyone letting an outsider into Royal Bay again will be dead."

The terrified servant, drenched in sweat, guided Grelle away.

Grelle's joy turned to humiliation; she bit her lip, close to tears. She wanted to explain that she had given him the medicine that saved him.

However, as she followed, she saw a low-key luxury car starting and leaving Royal Bay. She couldn't catch up.

The servant advised, "Miss, please leave. Don't come again. We can't admit you without Mr. Hampton's permission." Richard's temper was notorious, especially now. His warning was already lenient.