Chapter 577
It was always Richard on top. Horny and indignant, Tiffany said, "Let me get on top this time. Lie down and don't move."
"Alright," Richard replied, complying. He suppressed a smile as he quickly withdrew his hands.
Tiffany's mouth twitched. She thought, Fine, I guess I'm up a tree now!
It was late and quiet. The bright moon was hidden behind clouds, casting a hazy glow over the landscape. All households had turned off their lights except for one bright lamp, which remained lit until early morning. Tiffany and Richard had a wild, intense night of sex.
Tiffany woke up blinking, expecting to be unable to get out of bed. Surprisingly, she felt energetic and not at all sleepy. She even felt stronger. Flexing her limbs, she confirmed it. After washing up, she went to the first-floor gym and punched the black sandbag. Though not a heavy blow, it cracked the sandbag with a muffled sound.
"Oh!" The servant, cleaning the gym, saw it. His jaw dropped. He thought, What the fuck! I didn't expect Mrs. Hampton to be so strong. She broke the sandbag with just a punch! If it were a human head, the skull would be in pieces!
Tiffany was confused. She hadn't hit the sandbag with full force. The power within her felt increasingly turbulent. It seemed that sex with Richard had made them both stronger.
For a moment, Tiffany didn't know whether to be happy or worried. She thought, If Richard learns about this, he'll say we're helping each other grow by having sex.
Lost in thought, Tiffany bumped into a man as she turned to return to the dining room. His eyes, half-closed, met hers. His faint smile made him seem even more elegant and noble. Then she saw Richard, his gaze falling on her with a mix of gentleness and passion.
"Why are you up so early? What are you doing in the gym?" Richard asked. He noticed the cracked sandbag, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "Did you break this?"
Tiffany looked sheepish. "It must be because the sandbag isn't strong enough," she said.
Richard chuckled, saying nothing more. He took her hand and led her to the dining room. Breakfast, prepared by the servants, was to Tiffany's liking. Tiffany was moved but silent. Richard pulled out a chair for her. She sat and slowly ate her macaroni.
After breakfast, Richard went to the office. John escorted Tiffany to school. At the school gate, Avianna sat beside a flower bed, her loudspeaker repeating criticisms of Melody for murdering an unborn baby. The voice blared, "This evil woman is simply inhumane. She's heartless and vicious. She deserves to be cut into pieces!"
Hearing this, Tiffany sighed. Avianna's story was tragic. She'd wanted to earn money for her unborn child, but Melody's kick caused a miscarriage. The baby had been Avianna's hope. How could she not hate Melody? But this approach was unwise; it wouldn't harm Melody.
Even June was so angry she almost rushed over from the hospital. Avianna had promised to follow their plan, but her first step was to run Melody down, nearly killing herself in the process. Since Melody couldn't be killed easily, what was the point of the loudspeaker? Many suspected the rumors were true, but the attorney wouldn't reopen Jade's case. Jade's murder was already pinned on Jansen, who had committed suicide. Without sufficient evidence, the case couldn't be overturned.
Tiffany averted her gaze and continued walking. Coincidentally, Melody arrived, followed by bodyguards and lawyers. Avianna's actions were unbearable. Melody chose legal means to protect herself. After some shoving and cursing, the enraged Avianna was taken away. The school gate fell silent.
Melody walked past Tiffany, smiling innocently. "Morning, Tiffany," she said warmly.
Tiffany's mouth twitched; her expression turned cold. "You're quite calm," she said.
"I hope you are too. Keep calm and carry on," Melody replied, her words seeming to hold deeper meaning. Tiffany frowned and ignored her. The morning was peaceful except for the incident at the gate.
Tiffany attended her classes diligently. Occasionally, Zoe would ask, "Tiffany, I didn't quite get the previous lesson."
"Which part?" Tiffany would explain patiently. This was their typical school day.
However, some students mocked her maliciously. "Oh, since when did our bimbo get the brains to teach others? Do you really think you're so clever just because you stole the answers and got first place in the last exam?"
"Yeah," another chimed in. "I wonder where she got the nerve."
Tiffany's image as a pretty but clueless student was ingrained. Changing that wasn't easy. These students hadn't learned their lesson. They were picking fights and seeking revenge. Normally, this would earn them a punch from Tiffany.
The boy who spoke first snatched Zoe's book. "You might as well ask me. What can she teach you? I'm afraid she doesn't even understand it herself. Let me help you. I guarantee you'll pass the next exam."
"No need for that," Zoe said firmly. He'd already taken her book. "Give it back to me if you want to get out of here alive," she hissed.
"Whoa, you're being ungrateful," the boy replied, throwing the book back with a smug expression. His smugness didn't last. With a faint smile, Tiffany delivered a swift, precise, and ruthless punch.
The extraneous text ("07:53 Fri, Nov 29 WD," "回家90%會 +5," "࿄ ༥ . 90%_") has been removed as it appears to be unrelated to the narrative.