Chapter 512

Tiffany took a deep breath, looked up, and asked, "Richard, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Sure."

"How far have you gone with Grelle?" Tiffany quietly clenched her fists as she asked, her palms slightly sweaty. She felt a palpable nervousness. She didn't want to hear the answer, but she had to ask. It felt incredibly embarrassing. Despite the ache in her heart, she managed a faint smile.

Unexpectedly, Richard frowned. His first sentence nearly made her jaw drop.

"Who is Grelle?" he asked.

Tiffany was speechless. Fortunately, she thought, Grelle didn't hear that. Otherwise, she'd be crying.

Tiffany's anger erupted in laughter, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes. "Didn't you sleep with her? Don't you know her name?"

Richard's frown deepened, his expression darkening.

"Who told you that?" he asked.

"I saw it with my own eyes! In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Meryeason Hotel. I even kicked the door open—didn't you hear it?" Tiffany smiled playfully, but she didn't believe his denial.

Richard's frown intensified; his face paled. He called Garry over, saying in a low voice, "Find out when Grelle went to the Meryeason Hotel and who she was with. Check now."

Stunned, Garry replied subconsciously, "Isn't the Meryeason Hotel under Carter's name? Why are we investigating this?"

"Go!"

"Okay." Garry immediately left.

Tiffany was stunned. The Meryeason Hotel is Carter's? Everyone in Lovell City knew Richard and his brothers were estranged. Those people are covering assets under Richard's name and have secretly attacked him more than once. Even if he wanted to get a room with a woman, he wouldn't choose a hotel owned by Carter, right? Could it be? Tiffany's eyebrows twitched.

Soon, Garry returned with a still-warm surveillance video. "Richard, I found it. Grelle checked into the Meryeason Hotel the day before yesterday and paid the hotel $60,000 for damage to the floor and door. I've identified the man she was with—a male model. There's video of him entering and leaving, along with his information and connections."

Richard didn't even look at it; he handed it directly to Tiffany.

She examined the information. The male model's build and back were similar to Richard's. Thinking back to that day, she realized she hadn't actually seen his face in the room. She'd convicted him based solely on his back. How innocent he was!

Tiffany was stunned. Was I tricked by Grelle? Knowing my personality, and knowing I wouldn't confront him directly, she deliberately set this up to make me think Richard slept with another woman The scheme had flaws, the traces weren't completely erased, and a simple investigation revealed the truth, but at the time, anyone would have believed it.

Tiffany sighed. "What a clever move!"

She looked at Richard, embarrassed. His eyes were cold and clear, devoid of emotion except for a hint of coldness and seriousness.

"You've wronged me," he said.

"I'm sorry" Tiffany lowered her head, but remembering his misunderstanding of her relationship with Felix, she pouted and muttered, "But you misunderstood me too. We're even."

"Okay, we're even." A faint smile touched Richard's eyes.

Tiffany looked down at her toes. "But I haven't finished asking my questions."

"Go ahead." Richard's voice, from above, was softer than hers.

Tiffany didn't hesitate. "Yes, I was wrong about the hotel incident. But what about the other scandals? Grelle debuted with incredible resources. Did you arrange those?"

Richard replied, "I did."

He admitted it? Does that meanhe's interested in Grelle? Tiffany was shocked. She looked up as Richard added, "I had someone looking out for her, but not in that way. I wanted that woman, with her ulterior motives, to leave Lovell City. Ascendant Entertainment misunderstood; they thought I wanted to support her, so they invested heavily."

These events happened over the past few days, and he was too busy to care about a woman he barely remembered. The misunderstanding had made Grelle arrogant.

Tiffany felt better after his explanation. She'd also heard that Ascendant Entertainment's CEO's son was pursuing Grelle, likely the reason for their investment.

Tiffany nodded. She had no further questions.

Chapter 512 (Continued)

But Richard hadn't finished questioning her.

"What about you? If you have any questions, ask me." Tiffany raised her head, waiting for his interrogation.

He reached out, gently placing his hand on her face, touching her eyes with his fingers. "Has it healed?"

Her eyelids itched slightly.

Tiffany shrank back. "Yes, I'm fine now."

"But your face isn't fully healed," Richard touched the scar on her cheek, a graze from a bullet. Despite her strong constitution, it would take another week to fully heal.

Tiffany blushed. "Do I look ugly?" She didn't care, but every girl cared about her appearance.

"No, you're beautiful." Richard chuckled, leaning closer.

Tiffany blushed, not dodging. Suddenly, a powerful force—like a mountain—pressed down. She exclaimed, "Richard, stop fooling around!"

But he didn't move. The next second, she was thrown onto the bed. It felt like he'd suddenly collapsed on her.

Tiffany's heart pounded. She listened carefully but couldn't feel his heartbeat. What's going on? Why is his body so weak? It's as ifas if he's dead.

She shook her head, dismissing the thought. She pushed him away, checking his pulse.

She was stunned. His heart had stopped; his pulse was barely there. No wonder he looked so pale at the airport, and why his voice was so soft. He was already so weak.

Tiffany quickly gave him a spirit herb pill and shouted, "Garry, John! Come quickly! Find Sidney! Hurry!"

Garry and John were already outside; they rushed in.

"Oh, no," Garry gasped.

"Call Sidney!" John said.

Ten minutes later, Sidney arrived, breathless. He examined Richard. "That stone is too powerful. The backlash is severe."